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Leaves of grass.

  
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Proto-Leaf.
  
WALT WHITMAN.
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CHANTS DEMOCRATIC AND NATIVE AMERICAN
  
Apostroph.
  
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LEAVES OF GRASS.
  
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SALUT AU MONDE!
  
POEM OF JOYS.
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A WORD OUT OF THE SEA.
  
REMINISCENCE
  
A LEAF OF FACES
  
EUROPE, The 72d and 73d Years of Thefe States.
  
THOUGHT
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ENFANS D'ADAM
  
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POEM OF THE ROAD
  
TO THE SAYERS OF WORDS
  
A BOSTON BALLAD, The 78th Year of Thefe States.
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CALAMUS.
  
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CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY
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MESSENGER LEAVES.
  
To You, Whoever You Are
  
To a Foiled Revolter or Revoltress
  
To Him that was Crucified
  
To One shortly To Die
  
To a Common Prostitute
  
To Rich Givers
  
To a Pupil
  
To The States, To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Prefidentiad.
  
To a Cantatrice
  
Walt Whitman's Caution
  
To a President
  
To other Lands
  
To Old Age
  
To You
  
MANNAHATTA
  
FRANCE, The 18th Year of Thefe States.
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THOUGHTS.
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UNNAMED LANDS
  
KOSMOS
  
A HAND-MIRROR
  
BEGINNERS
  
TESTS
  
SAVANTISM
  
PERFECTIONS
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SAYS.
  
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DEBRIS
  
SLEEP-CHASINGS.
  
BURIAL.
  
TO MY SOUL
  
So long!
  
WALT WHITMAN

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To Rich Givers

WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money
     —these as I rendezvous with my poems,
A traveller's lodging and breakfast as I journey
     through The States—Why should I be ashamed
     to own such gifts? Why to advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon
     man and woman,
For I know that what I bestow upon any man or
     woman is no less than the entrance to all the
     gifts of the universe.
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