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PK UMf 1322/content.opfProject GutenbergPublic Domain in the USA.http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1322Walt WhitmanLeaves of Grassen2018-10-21T02:45:43.022743+00:001322-h/1322-h.htmPK UM& & 1322/toc.ncxLeaves of GrassLEAVES OF GRASSBOOK I. INSCRIPTIONSOne's-Self I SingAs I Ponder'd in SilenceIn Cabin'd Ships at SeaTo Foreign LandsTo a HistorianTo Thee Old CauseEidolonsFor Him I SingWhen I Read the BookBeginning My StudiesBeginnersTo the StatesOn Journeys Through the StatesTo a Certain CantatriceMe ImperturbeSavantismThe Ship StartingI Hear America SingingWhat Place Is Besieged?Still Though the One I SingShut Not Your DoorsPoets to ComeTo YouThou ReaderBOOK IIBOOK IIIBOOK IV. CHILDREN OF ADAMFrom Pent-Up Aching RiversI Sing the Body ElectricA Woman Waits for MeSpontaneous MeOne Hour to Madness and JoyOut of the Rolling Ocean the CrowdAges and Ages Returning at IntervalsWe Two, How Long We Were Fool'dO Hymen! O Hymenee!I Am He That Aches with LoveNative MomentsOnce I Pass'd Through a Populous CityI Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the OrganFacing West from California's ShoresAs Adam Early in the MorningBOOK V. CALAMUSScented Herbage of My BreastWhoever You Are Holding Me Now in HandFor You, O DemocracyThese I Singing in SpringNot Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast OnlyOf the Terrible Doubt of AppearancesThe Base of All MetaphysicsRecorders Ages HenceWhen I Heard at the Close of the DayAre You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?Roots and Leaves Themselves AloneNot Heat Flames Up and ConsumesTrickle DropsCity of OrgiesBehold This Swarthy FaceI Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak GrowingTo a StrangerThis Moment Yearning and ThoughtfulI Hear It Was Charged Against MeThe Prairie-Grass DividingWhen I Peruse the Conquer'd FameWe Two Boys Together ClingingA Promise to CaliforniaHere the Frailest Leaves of MeNo Labor-Saving MachineA GlimpseA Leaf for Hand in HandEarth, My LikenessI Dream'd in a DreamWhat Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?To the East and to the WestSometimes with One I LoveTo a Western BoyFast Anchor'd Eternal O Love!Among the MultitudeO You Whom I Often and Silently ComeThat Shadow My LikenessFull of Life NowBOOK VIBOOK VIIBOOK VIIIBOOK IXBOOK XBOOK XIBOOK XIIBOOK XIIIBOOK XIVBOOK XVBOOK XVIYouth, Day, Old Age and NightBOOK XVII. BIRDS OF PASSAGEPioneers! O Pioneers!To YouFrance [the 18th Year of these StatesMyself and MineYear of Meteors [1859-60With AntecedentsBOOK XVIIIBOOK XIX. SEA-DRIFTAs I Ebb'd with the Ocean of LifeTearsTo the Man-of-War-BirdAboard at a Ship's HelmOn the Beach at NightThe World below the BrineOn the Beach at Night AloneSong for All Seas, All ShipsPatroling BarnegatAfter the Sea-ShipBOOK XX. BY THE ROADSIDEEurope [The 72d and 73d Years of These States]A Hand-MirrorGodsGermsThoughtsPerfectionsO Me! O Life!To a PresidentI Sit and Look OutTo Rich GiversThe Dalliance of the EaglesRoaming in Thought [After reading Hegel]A Farm PictureA Child's AmazeThe RunnerBeautiful WomenMother and BabeThoughtVisor'dThoughtGliding O'er allHast Never Come to Thee an HourThoughtTo Old AgeLocations and TimesOfferingsTo The States [To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad]BOOK XXI. DRUM-TAPSEighteen Sixty-OneBeat! Beat! Drums!From Paumanok Starting I Fly Like a BirdSong of the Banner at DaybreakRise O Days from Your Fathomless DeepsVirginia—The WestCity of ShipsThe Centenarian's StoryCavalry Crossing a FordBivouac on a Mountain SideAn Army Corps on the MarchCome Up from the Fields FatherVigil Strange I Kept on the Field One NightA March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road UnknownA Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and DimAs Toilsome I Wander'd Virginia's WoodsNot the PilotYear That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath MeThe Wound-DresserLong, Too Long AmericaGive Me the Splendid Silent SunDirge for Two VeteransOver the Carnage Rose Prophetic a VoiceI Saw Old General at BayThe Artilleryman's VisionEthiopia Saluting the ColorsNot Youth Pertains to MeRace of VeteransWorld Take Good NoticeO Tan-Faced Prairie-BoyLook Down Fair MoonReconciliationHow Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap CameradoDelicate ClusterTo a Certain CivilianLo, Victress on the PeaksSpirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865]Adieu to a SoldierTurn O LibertadTo the Leaven'd Soil They TrodBOOK XXII. MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLNO Captain! My Captain!Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865This Dust Was Once the ManBOOK XXIIIReversalsBOOK XXIV. AUTUMN RIVULETSThe Return of the HeroesThere Was a Child Went ForthOld IrelandThe City Dead-HouseThis CompostTo a Foil'd European RevolutionaireUnnamed LandSong of PrudenceThe Singer in the PrisonWarble for Lilac-TimeOutlines for a Tomb [G. P., Buried 1870]Out from Behind This Mask [To Confront a Portrait]VocalismTo Him That Was CrucifiedYou Felons on Trial in CourtsLaws for CreationsTo a Common ProstituteI Was Looking a Long WhileThoughtMiraclesSparkles from the WheelTo a PupilUnfolded out of the FoldsWhat Am I After AllKosmosOthers May Praise What They LikeWho Learns My Lesson Complete?TestsThe TorchO Star of France [1870-71]The Ox-TamerWandering at MornWith All Thy GiftsMy Picture-GalleryThe Prairie StatesBOOK XXVBOOK XXVIBOOK XXVIIBOOK XXVIIITranspositionsBOOK XXIXBOOK XXX. WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATHWhispers of Heavenly DeathChanting the Square DeificOf Him I Love Day and NightYet, Yet, Ye Downcast HoursAs If a Phantom Caress'd MeAssurancesQuicksand YearsThat Music Always Round MeWhat Ship Puzzled at SeaA Noiseless Patient SpiderO Living Always, Always DyingTo One Shortly to DieNight on the PrairiesThoughtThe Last InvocationAs I Watch the Ploughman PloughingPensive and FalteringBOOK XXXIA Paumanok PictureBOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHTFacesThe Mystic TrumpeterTo a Locomotive in WinterO Magnet-SouthMannahattaAll Is TruthA Riddle SongExcelsiorAh Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky RetreatsThoughtsMediumsWeave in, My Hardy LifeSpain, 1873-74From Far Dakota's Canyons [June 25, 1876]Old War-DreamsThick-Sprinkled BuntingAs I Walk These Broad Majestic DaysA Clear MidnightBOOK XXXIII. SONGS OF PARTINGYears of the ModernAshes of SoldiersThoughtsSong at SunsetAs at Thy Portals Also DeathMy LegacyPensive on Her Dead GazingCamps of GreenThe Sobbing of the Bells [Midnight, Sept. 19-20, 1881]As They Draw to a CloseJoy, Shipmate, Joy!The Untold WantPortalsThese CarolsNow Finale to the ShoreSo Long!BOOK XXXIV. SANDS AT SEVENTYPaumanokFrom Montauk PointTo Those Who've Fail'dA Carol Closing Sixty-NineThe Bravest SoldiersA Font of TypeAs I Sit Writing HereMy Canary BirdQueries to My Seventieth YearThe Wallabout MartyrsThe First DandelionAmericaMemoriesTo-Day and TheeAfter the Dazzle of DayAbraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809Out of May's Shows SelectedHalcyon DaysElection Day, November, 1884With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!Death of General GrantRed Jacket (From Aloft)Washington's Monument February, 1885Of That Blithe Throat of ThineBroadwayTo Get the Final Lilt of SongsOld Salt KossaboneThe Dead TenorContinuitiesYonnondioLife"Going Somewhere"Small the Theme of My ChantTrue ConquerorsThe United States to Old World CriticsThe Calming Thought of AllThanks in Old AgeLife and DeathThe Voice of the RainSoon Shall the Winter's Foil Be HereWhile Not the Past ForgettingThe Dying VeteranStronger LessonsA Prairie SunsetTwenty YearsOrange Buds by Mail from FloridaTwilightYou Lingering Sparse Leaves of MeNot Meagre, Latent Boughs AloneThe Dead EmperorAs the Greek's Signal FlameThe Dismantled ShipNow Precedent Songs, FarewellAn Evening LullOld Age's Lambent PeaksAfter the Supper and TalkBOOKXXXV. 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Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman
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Title: Leaves of Grass
Author: Walt Whitman
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LEAVES OF GRASS
By Walt Whitman
Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on, Ever and ever yet the verses owning—as, first, I here and now Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,
One's-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.
Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing.
Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing.
As I Ponder'd in Silence
As I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect, Terrible in beauty, age, and power, The genius of poets of old lands, As to me directing like flame its eyes, With finger pointing to many immortal songs, And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said, Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards? And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles, The making of perfect soldiers.
Be it so, then I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering, (Yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last,) the field the world, For life and death, for the Body and for the eternal Soul, Lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles, I above all promote brave soldiers.
In Cabin'd Ships at Sea
In cabin'd ships at sea, The boundless blue on every side expanding, With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine, Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails, She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night, By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, In full rapport at last.
Here are our thoughts, voyagers' thoughts, Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said, The sky o'erarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet, We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion, The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world, the liquid-flowing syllables, The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm, The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here, And this is ocean's poem.
Then falter not O book, fulfil your destiny, You not a reminiscence of the land alone, You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos'd I know not whither, yet ever full of faith, Consort to every ship that sails, sail you! Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my book! spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea, This song for mariners and all their ships.
To Foreign Lands
I heard that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy, Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted.
To a Historian
You who celebrate bygones, Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life that has exhibited itself, Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates, rulers and priests, I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself in his own rights, Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the great pride of man in himself,) Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be, I project the history of the future.
To Thee Old Cause
To thee old cause! Thou peerless, passionate, good cause, Thou stern, remorseless, sweet idea, Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands, After a strange sad war, great war for thee, (I think all war through time was really fought, and ever will be really fought, for thee,) These chants for thee, the eternal march of thee.
(A war O soldiers not for itself alone, Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.)
Thou orb of many orbs! Thou seething principle! thou well-kept, latent germ! thou centre! Around the idea of thee the war revolving, With all its angry and vehement play of causes, (With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,) These recitatives for thee,—my book and the war are one, Merged in its spirit I and mine, as the contest hinged on thee, As a wheel on its axis turns, this book unwitting to itself, Around the idea of thee.