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Leaves of grass (1872)

Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)

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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 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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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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A Broadway Pageant.
  
SUGGESTIONS.
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Great are the Myths.
  
Thought.
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DRUM-TAPS.
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Marches now the War is Over.
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As I sat Alone by Blue Ontario's Shore.
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Pioneers! O Pioneers!
  
RESPONDEZ!
  
Turn O Libertad.
  
Adieu to a Soldier.
  
As I walk These Broad, Majestic Days.
  
Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life.
  
Race of Veterans.
  
O Sun of Real Peace.
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Bathed in War's Perfume.
  
A Hand-Mirror.
  
Germs.
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Songs of Insurrection.
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SONGS OF PARTING.
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PASSAGE TO INDIA.

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I match my spirit against yours, you orbs, growths, mountains, brutes,
Copious as you are, I absorb you all in myself, and become the master myself.

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America isolated, yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself?
These States—what are they except myself?
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I know now why the earth is gross, tantalizing, wicked—it is for my sake,
I take you to be mine, you beautiful, terrible, rude forms.

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(Mother! bend down, bend close to me your face!
I know not what these plots and wars, and deferments are for;
I know not fruition's success—but I know that through war and peace your work goes on, and must yet go on.)
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