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Leaves of grass. (1861-1861)

Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)

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Proto-Leaf.
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WALT WHITMAN.
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CHANTS DEMOCRATIC AND NATIVE AMERICAN.
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Leaves of Grass.
  
Salut au Monde!
  
Poem of Joys.
  
A WORD OUT OF THE SEA.
  
REMINISCENCE.
  
LEAF OF FACES.
  
EUROPE, The 72d and 73d Years of These States.
  
THOUGHT.
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Enfans d' Adam.
  
POEM OF THE ROAD.
  
TO THE SAYERS OF WORDS.
  
A BOSTON BALLAD, The 78th Year of These States.
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CALAMUS.
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[1. In paths untrodden]
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[2. Scented herbage of my breast]
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[3. Whoever you are holding me now in hand]
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[4. These I, singing in spring, collect for lovers]
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[5. States!]
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[6. Not heaving from my ribbed breast only]
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[7. Of the terrible question of appearances]
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[8. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me—O if I could but obtain knowledge!]
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[9. Hours continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted]
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[10. You bards of ages hence! when you refer to me, mind not so much my poems]
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[11. When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been received with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that followed]
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[12. Are you the new person drawn toward me, and asking something significant from me?]
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[13. Calamus taste]
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[14. Not heat flames up and consumes]
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[15. O drops of me! trickle, slow drops]
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[16. Who is now reading this?]
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[17. Of him I love day and night, I dreamed I heard he was dead]
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[18. City of my walks and joys!]
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[19. Mind you the the timid models of the rest, the majority?]
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[20. I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing]
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[21. Music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning—yet long untaught I did not hear]
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[22. Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you]
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[23. This moment as I sit alone, yearning and thoughtful, it seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and thoughtful]
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[24. I hear it is charged against me that I seek to destroy institutions]
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[25. The prairie-grass dividing—its own odor breathing]
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[26. We two boys together clinging]
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[27. O love!]
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[28. When I peruse the conquered fame of heroes, and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals]
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[29. One flitting glimpse, caught through an interstice]
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[30. A promise and gift to California]
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[31. What ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?]
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[32. What think you I take my pen in hand to record?]
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[33. No labor-saving machine]
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[34. I dreamed in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth]
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[35. To you of New England]
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[36. Earth! my likeness!]
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[37. A leaf for hand in hand!]
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[38. Primeval my love for the woman I love]
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[39. Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturned love]
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[40. That shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering]
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[41. Among the men and women, the multitude, I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs]
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[42. To the young man, many things to absorb, to engraft, to develop, I teach, to help him become élève of mine]
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[43. O you whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you]
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[44. Here my last words, and the most baffling]
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[45. Full of life, sweet-blooded, compact, visible]
  
CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY.
  
LONGINGS FOR HOME.
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MESSENGER LEAVES.
  
MANNAHATTA.
  
FRANCE, The 18th Year of These States.
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THOUGHTS.
  
UNNAMED LANDS.
  
KOSMOS.
  
A HAND-MIRROR.
  
BEGINNERS.
  
TESTS.
  
SAVANTISM.
  
PERFECTIONS.
  
SAYS.
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DEBRIS.
  
SLEEP-CHASINGS.
  
BURIAL.
  
TO MY SOUL.
  
So long!

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[18. City of my walks and joys!]

City of my walks and joys!
City whom that I have lived and sung there will one day make you illustrious,
Not the pageants of you—not your shifting tableaux, your spectacles, repay me,
Not the interminable rows of your houses—nor the ships at the wharves,
Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows, with goods in them,
Nor to converse with learned persons, or bear my share in the soiree or feast;
Not those—but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love,
Offering me the response of my own—these repay me,
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.
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