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Leaves of Grass :[1891]

Including Sands at Seventy...1st Annex, Good-Bye my Fancy...2d Annex, A Backward Glance o'er Travel'd Roads, and Portrait from Life
Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)

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INSCRIPTIONS.
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STARTING FROM PAUMANOK.
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SONG OF MYSELF.
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CHILDREN OF ADAM.
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CALAMUS.
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SALUT AU MONDE!
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SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD.
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CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY.
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SONG OF THE ANSWERER.
  
OUR OLD FEUILLAGE.
  
A SONG OF JOYS.
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SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE.
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SONG OF THE EXPOSITION.
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SONG OF THE REDWOOD-TREE.
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A SONG FOR OCCUPATIONS.
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A SONG OF THE ROLLING EARTH.
  
YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT.
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BIRDS OF PASSAGE.
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A BROADWAY PAGEANT.
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SEA-DRIFT.
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BY THE ROADSIDE.
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DRUM-TAPS.
  
FIRST O SONGS FOR A PRELUDE.
  
EIGHTEEN SIXTY-ONE.
  
BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS!
  
FROM PAUMANOK STARTING I FLY LIKE A BIRD.
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SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAYBREAK.
  
RISE O DAYS FROM YOUR FATHOMLESS DEEPS.
  
VIRGINIA—THE WEST.
  
CITY OF SHIPS.
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THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.
  
CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD.
  
BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE.
  
AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH.
  
BY THE BIVOUAC'S FITFUL FLAME.
  
COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER.
  
VIGIL STRANGE I KEPT ON THE FIELD ONE NIGHT.
  
A MARCH IN THE RANKS HARD-PREST, AND THE ROAD UNKNOWN.
  
A SIGHT IN CAMP IN THE DAYBREAK GRAY AND DIM.
  
AS TOILSOME I WANDER'D VIRGINIA'S WOODS.
  
NOT THE PILOT.
  
YEAR THAT TREMBLED AND REEL'D BENEATH ME.
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THE WOUND-DRESSER.
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LONG, TOO LONG AMERICA.
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GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN.
  
DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS.
  
OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC A VOICE.
  
I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY.
  
THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION.
  
ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS.
  
NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME.
  
RACE OF VETERANS.
  
WORLD TAKE GOOD NOTICE.
  
O TAN-FACED PRAIRIE-BOY.
  
LOOK DOWN FAIR MOON.
  
RECONCILIATION.
  
HOW SOLEMN AS ONE BY ONE.
  
AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO.
  
DELICATE CLUSTER.
  
TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN.
  
LO, VICTRESS ON THE PEAKS.
  
SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE.
  
ADIEU TO A SOLDIER.
  
TURN O LIBERTAD.
  
TO THE LEAVEN'D SOIL THEY TROD.
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MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN.
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BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE.
  
REVERSALS.
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AUTUMN RIVULETS.
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PROUD MUSIC OF THE STORM.
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PASSAGE TO INDIA.
  
PRAYER OF COLUMBUS.
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THE SLEEPERS.
  
TRANSPOSITIONS.
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TO THINK OF TIME.
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WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH.
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THOU MOTHER WITH THY EQUAL BROOD.
  
A PAUMANOK PICTURE.
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FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.
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SONGS OF PARTING.
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ANNEX TO PRECEDING PAGES. Sands at Seventy.
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2D ANNEX. Good-Bye my Fancy.

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18

I will confront these shows of the day and night,
I will know if I am to be less than they,
I will see if I am not as majestic as they,
I will see if I am not as subtle and real as they,
I will see if I am to be less generous than they,
I will see if I have no meaning, while the houses and ships have meaning,
I will see if the fishes and birds are to be enough for themselves, and I am not to be enough for myself.
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,
America isolated yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself?
These States, what are they except myself?
I know now why the earth is gross, tantalizing, wicked, it is for my sake,
I take you specially to be mine, you terrible, rude forms.
(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 crime your work goes on, and must yet go on.)
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