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Leaves of grass.

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STARTING FROM PAUMANOK.

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CHILDREN OF ADAM.

FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

A WOMAN WAITS FOR ME.

ONE HOUR TO MADNESS AND JOY

WE TWO — HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D.

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.

I AM HE THAT ACHES WITH LOVE.

AS ADAM, EARLY IN THE MORNING.

SALUT AU MONDE!

WHAT PLACE IS BESIEGED?

LEAVES OF GRASS.

SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE.

WITH ANTECEDENTS.

CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY.

TO A FOIL'D REVOLTER OR REVOLTRESS.

TO GET BETIMES IN BOSTON TOWN.

TO A COMMON PROSTITUTE.

TO RICH GIVERS.

A WORD OUT OF THE SEA.

A LEAF OF FACES.

STRONGER LESSONS.

EUROPE, The 72d and 73d Years of These States.

TO THE SAYERS OF WORDS.

LONGINGS FOR HOME.

TO A PRESIDENT.

WALT WHITMAN'S CAUTION.

TO OTHER LANDS.

SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD.

TO THE STATES, To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad.

TO A CERTAIN CANTATRICE.

LEAVES OF GRASS.

AMERICAN FEUILLAGE.

FRANCE, The 18th Year of These States.

TO HIM THAT WAS CRUCIFIED.

TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE.

WHEN I READ THE BOOK.

DESPAIRING CRIES.

THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE.

LEAVES OF GRASS.

AS IF A PHANTOM CARESS'D ME.

GREAT ARE THE MYTHS.

NOW LIST TO MY MORNING'S ROMANZA.

I HEAR AMERICA SINGING.

Manhattan's Streets I Saunter'd, Pondering.

I WAS LOOKING A LONG WHILE.

THE INDICATIONS.

LEAVES OF GRASS.

SLEEP-CHASINGS.

ELEMENTAL DRIFTS.

YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS.

NOW LIFT ME CLOSE.

WALT WHITMAN'S DRUM -TAPS. New-York. 1865.

SEQUEL TO DRUM-TAPS. (SINCE THE PRECEDING CAME FROM THE PRESS.) WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOOR-YARD BLOOM'D. AND OTHER PIECES.WASHINGTON. 1865-6.

LEAVES OF GRASS. SONGS BEFORE PARTING.

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THIS DAY, O SOUL.

THIS day, O soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay — But the cloud has pass'd, and the tarnish gone;
. . . Behold, O soul! it is now a clean and bright mirror,
Faithfully showing you all the things of the world.

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