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Leaves of grass.
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CONTENTS.
INSCRIPTION.
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WALT WHITMAN'S DRUM -TAPS. New-York. 1865.
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CONTENTS.
DRUM-TAPS.
SHUT NOT YOUR DOORS TO ME PROUD LIBRARIES.
CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD.
SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAY-BREAK.
BY THE BIVOUAC'S FITFUL FLAME.">
1861.
FROM PAUMANOK STARTING I FLY LIKE A BIRD.
BEGINNING MY STUDIES.
THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.
PIONEERS! O PIONEERS!
QUICKSAND YEARS THAT WHIRL ME I KNOW NOT WHITHER.
THE DRESSER.
WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER.
RISE O DAYS FROM YOUR FATHOMLESS DEEPS.
A CHILD'S AMAZE.
BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS!
COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER.
CITY OF SHIPS.
MOTHER AND BABE.
VIGIL STRANGE I KEPT ON THE FIELD ONE NIGHT.
BATHED IN WAR'S PERFUME.
A MARCH IN THE RANKS HARD-PREST, AND THE ROAD UNKNOWN.
LONG, TOO LONG, O LAND.
A SIGHT IN CAMP IN THE DAY-BREAK GREY AND DIM.
A FARM PICTURE.
GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN.
OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC A VOICE.
DID YOU ASK DULCET RHYMES FROM ME?
YEAR OF METEORS. (1859-60.)
THE TORCH.
YEARS OF THE UNPERFORM'D.
YEAR THAT TREMBLED AND REEL'D BENEATH ME.
THE VETERAN'S VISION.
O TAN-FACED PRAIRIE-BOY.
CAMPS OF GREEN.
AS TOILSOME I WANDER'D VIRGINIA'S WOODS.
HYMN OF DEAD SOLDIERS.
THE SHIP.
A BROADWAY PAGEANT. (RECEPTION JAPANESE EMBASSY, JUNE 16, 1860.)
FLAG OF STARS, THICK-SPRINKLED BUNTING.
OLD IRELAND.
LOOK DOWN FAIR MOON.
OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN, THE CROWD.
WORLD, TAKE GOOD NOTICE.
I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY.
OTHERS MAY PRAISE WHAT THEY LIKE.
SOLID, IRONICAL, ROLLING ORB.
HUSH'D BE THE CAMPS TO-DAY. A. L. BURIED APRIL 19, 1865.
WEAVE IN, WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.
TURN O LIBERTAD.
BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE.
PENSIVE ON HER DEAD GAZING, I HEARD THE MOTHER OF ALL.
NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME.
SEQUEL TO DRUM-TAPS. (SINCE THE PRECEDING CAME FROM THE PRESS.) WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOOR-YARD BLOOM'D. AND OTHER PIECES.WASHINGTON. 1865-6.
LEAVES OF GRASS. SONGS BEFORE PARTING.
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For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme!
For you! for you, I am trilling these songs, In the love of comrades, In the high-towering love of comrades.
Leaves of grass.