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STARTING FROM PAUMANOK.

CHILDREN OF ADAM.

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IN PATHS UNTRODDEN.

SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.

Whoever you are, Holding me now in Hand.

THESE I, SINGING IN SPRING.

Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast only.

Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances.

RECORDERS AGES HENCE.

When I Heard at the Close of the Day.

Are you the New Person Drawn Toward me?

Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone.

Not Heat Flames up and Consumes.

TRICKLE, DROPS.

Of Him I Love Day and Night.

CITY OF ORGIES.

BEHOLD THIS SWARTHY FACE.

I saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing.

That Music Always Round Me.

This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful.

I Hear it was Charged Against Me.

The Prairie-Grass Dividing.

We Two Boys Together Clinging.

O Living Always — Always Dying!

When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame.

A PROMISE TO CALIFORNIA.

HERE THE FRAILEST LEAVES OF ME.

WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?

No LABOR-SAVING MACHINE.

I DREAMED IN A DREAM.

To THE EAST AND TO THE WEST.

EARTH! MY LIKENESS!

A LEAF FOR HAND IN HAND.

FAST ANCHOR'D, ETERNAL, O LOVE.

SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE.

THAT SHADOW, MY LIKENESS.

AMONG THE MULTITUDE.

TO A WESTERN BOY.

O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME.

FULL OF LIFE, NOW.

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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O strong dead-march, you please me!
O moon immense, with your silvery face you soothe me!
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial! What I have I also give you.