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Walt Whitman

Book I. Inscriptions: What Place Is Besieged?

What place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?
  Lo! I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal;
  And with him horse and foot—and parks of artillery,
  And artillery-men, the deadliest that ever fired gun.

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A child said, What is the grass?

A child said, What is the grass?… hands; How could I answer the child?. .… is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: The Artilleryman’s Vision

While my wife at my side lies slum… And my head on the pillow rests at… And through the stillness, through… of my infant, There in the room as I wake from…
Book I. Inscriptions: Me Imperturbe

Me imperturbe, standing at ease in… Master of all, or mistress of all—… of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive,… Finding my occupation, poverty, no…
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Book XVII. Birds Of Passage: Song of the Universal

Come said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has cha… Sing me the universal. In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and…
The Great City

The place where a great city stand… Nor the place of ceaseless salutes… Nor the place of the tallest and c… Nor the place of the best librarie… Nor the place of the most numerous…
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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Out of May’s Shows Selected

Apple orchards, the trees all cove… Wheat fields carpeted far and near… The eternal, exhaustless freshness… The yellow, golden, transparent ha… The aspiring lilac bushes with pro…
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As Nearing Departure

1 AS nearing departure, As the time draws nigh, glooming,… A dread beyond, of I know not wha… 2 I shall go forth, I shall traverse The States—but…
Time to Come

O, Death! a black and pierceless… Hangs round thee, and the future s… No eye may see, no mind may grasp That mystery of fate. This braid, which now alternate th…
Book XVII. Birds Of Passage: Myself and Mine

Myself and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heat, to take… manage horses, to beget superb chi… To speak readily and clearly, to f… And to hold our own in terrible po…
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Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: A Persian Lesson

For his o’erarching and last lesso… In the fresh scent of the morning… On the slope of a teeming Persian… Under an ancient chestnut-tree wid… Spoke to the young priests and stu…
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Book XX. By The Roadside: Roaming in Thought (After Reading Hegel)

Roaming in thought over the Unive… steadily hastening towards immorta… And the vast all that is call’d E… and become lost and dead.
Song of Myself, XXIX

Blind loving wrestling touch, shea… Did it make you ache so, leaving m… Parting track’d by arriving, perpe… Rich showering rain, and recompens… Sprouts take and accumulate, stand…
Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: Song at Sunset

Splendor of ended day floating and… Hour prophetic, hour resuming the… Inflating my throat, you divine av… You earth and life till the last r… Open mouth of my soul uttering gla…
Book V. Calamus: I Hear It Was Charged Against Me

I hear it was charged against me t… But really I am neither for nor a… (What indeed have I in common wit… destruction of them?) Only I will establish in the Mann…
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Song of Prudence

Manhattan’s streets I saunter’d p… On Time, Space, Reality—on such… Prudence. The last explanation always remain… immortality.



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