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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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[33. No labor-saving machine]

No labor-saving machine,
Nor discovery have I made,
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a hospital or library,
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America,
Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book for the book-shelf;
Only these carols, vibrating through the air, I leave,
For comrades and lovers.
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