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Leaves of grass (1872)

Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)

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Leaves of Grass.
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INSCRIPTIONS.
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Starting from Paumanok.
  
THE SHIP STARTING.
  
UNFOLDED OUT OF THE FOLDS.
  
TO YOU.
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WALT WHITMAN.
  
Laws for Creations.
  
VISOR'D.
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CHILDREN OF ADAM.
  
To the Garden, the World.
  
From Pent-up Aching Rivers.
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I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC.
  
A Woman Waits for Me.
  
Spontaneous Me.
  
One Hour to Madness and Joy.
  
We Two—How long We were Fool'd.
  
Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd.
  
Native Moments.
  
Once I pass'd through a Populous City.
  
Facing West from California's Shores.
  
AGES AND AGES, RETURNING AT INTERVALS.
  
O HYMEN! O HYMENEE!
  
AS ADAM, EARLY IN THE MORNING.
  
I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ.
  
I AM HE THAT ACHES WITH LOVE.
  
To Him that was Crucified.
  
Perfections.
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CALAMUS.
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SALUT AU MONDE!
  
A Child's Amaze.
  
The Runner.
  
Beautiful Women.
  
Mother and Babe.
  
Thought.
  
American Feuillage.
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Song of the Broad-Axe.
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Song of the Open Road.
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Leaves of Grass.
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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry.
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WITH ANTECEDENTS.
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THE ANSWERER.
  
The City Dead-House.
  
A Farm Picture.
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Carol of Occupations.
  
THOUGHTS.
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THE SLEEPERS.
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CAROL OF WORDS.
  
Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats.
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Leaves of Grass.
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A Broadway Pageant.
  
SUGGESTIONS.
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Great are the Myths.
  
Thought.
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Leaves of Grass.
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DRUM-TAPS.
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Leaves of Grass.
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Marches now the War is Over.
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Leaves of Grass.
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Bathed in War's Perfume.
  
A Hand-Mirror.
  
Germs.
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Leaves of Grass.
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Songs of Insurrection.
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Leaves of Grass.
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SONGS OF PARTING.
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PASSAGE TO INDIA.

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I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ.

I heard you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I pass'd the church;
Winds of autumn!—as I walk'd the woods at dusk, I heard your long-stretch'd sighs, up above, so mournful;
I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera—I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing;
... Heart of my love!—yon too I heard, murmuring low, through one of the wrists around my head;
Heard the pulse of you, when all was still, ringing little bells last night under my ear.
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