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Authors: Walt Whitman

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City of Orgies
City of orgies, walks and joys
City of Ships
Clear Midnight,
A
Clear the way there Jonathan!
Columbian’s Song, The
Come closer to me
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble
Come my tan-faced children
Come said the Muse
Come Up from the Fields Father
Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete
Commonplace, The
Continuities
Courage yet, my brother or my sister!
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
D
Dalliance of the Eagles, The
Darest Thou Now
O
Soul
Dead Emperor, The
Dead Tenor, The
Death and Burial of McDonald Clarke, The
Death of General Grant
Death of the Nature-Lover
Death’s Valley
Debris
Delicate Cluster
Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life!
Despairing Cries
Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night
Did we count great, O soul, to penetrate the themes of mighty books
Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me?
Dirge for Two Veterans
Dismantled Ship, The
Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a newcomer chatting:
DRUM-TAPS
Dying Veteran, The
E
Earth, My Likeness
Eidólons
Eighteen Sixty-One
Election Day, November 1884
End of All, The
Ended Day, An
Enfans d‘Adam.
Ethiopia Saluting the Colors
[Europe: The 72d and 73d Years of These States]
Europe, The 72d and 73d Years of These States
 
Evening Lull, An
Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man;
Excelsior
F
[Faces]
Faces
Facing West from California’s Shores
Fame’s Vanity
Fancies at Navesink
Far back, related on my mother’s side
Far hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty
Farm Picture,
A
Fast-anchor’d Eternal O Love!
Fast-anchor’d eternal O love! 0 woman I love!
Few Drops Known, The
FIRST ANNEX: SANDS AT SEVENTY
First Dandelion, The
First 0 Songs for a Prelude
Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Font of Type, A
For Him I Sing
For his o‘erarching and last lesson the graybeard sufi
For Queen Victoria’s Birthday
For the lands and for these passionate days and for myself
For Us Two, Reader Dear
For You
O
Democracy
Forms, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts
France, The 18th Year of these States
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you
From east to west across the horizon’s edge
From Far Dakota’s Cañons
From Montauk Point
From My Last Years
From my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath
FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT
From Paumanok Starting I Fly like a Bird
From Pent-up Aching Rivers
Full of Life Now
Full of life now, compact, visible
Full of wickedness, I—of many a smutch’d deed reminiscent—of worse deeds capable
G
Germs
Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun
Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling
Give me your hand old Revolutionary
Gliding o‘er All
Gliding o‘er all, through all
Glimpse,
A
Gods
Good-Bye My Fancy
Good-Bye my Fancy!
Good-bye my fancy—(I had a word to say
Grand Is the Seen
Grand is the seen, the light, to me-grand are the sky and stars
[Great Are the Myths]
Great are the myths ... I too delight in them
Great Are the Myths
Great are the myths-I too delight in them;
Greater than memory of Achilles or Ulysses
H
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards
Had I the Choice
Halcyon Days
Hand-Mirror,
A
Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musician
Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
Have I no weapon-word for thee—some message brief and fierce?
Have you learn’d lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you‘
He is wisest who has the most caution
Heave the anchor short!
Here first the duties of to-day, the lessons of the concrete
Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting
Here the Frailest Leaves of Me
Here, take this gift
Hold it up sternly—see this it sends back, (who is it? is it you?)
Hours continuing long, sore, and heavy-hearted
House of Friends, The
How dare one say it?
How Solemn as One by One
How solemn! sweeping this dense black tide!
How sweet the silent backward tracings
How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,)
Hush’d Be the Camps To-day
I
I am he that aches with amorous love;
I Am He That Aches with Love
I celebrate myself
I celebrate myself, and sing myself
I doubt it not—then more, far more;
I Dream’d in a Dream
I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth
I have not so much emulated the birds that musically sing
I Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear
I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions
I Hear It Was Charged Against Me
I heard that you ask’d for something to prove this puzzle the New World
I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday morn I pass’d the church
I met a seer
I need no assurances, I am a man who is pre-occupied of his own soul
I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing
I Saw Old General at Bay
I say whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect person, that is finally right.
I see before me now a traveling army halting
I see in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great sea.
I see the sleeping babe nestling the breast of its mother
[I Sing the Body Electric]
I Sing the Body Electric
I Sit and Look Out
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame
I stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak
I wander all night in my vision
I wander’d all night in my vision
I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city
I Was Looking a Long While
I was looking a long while for Intentions
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show
If thou art balked, O Freedom
In a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region
In a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix’d house
In Cabin’d Ships at Sea
In dreams I was a ship, and sail’d the boundless seas
In Former Songs
In former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful Life
In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish
In Paths Untrodden
In softness, languor, bloom, and growth
In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay
In the new garden, in all the parts
Inca’s Daughter, The
INSCRIPTIONS
Interpolation Sounds
Is reform needed? is it through you?
Italian Music in Dakota
J
Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
K
Kiss to the Bride
Kosmos
L
L of G
L. of G.’s Purport
Lady, accept a birth-day thought—haply and idle gift and token
[Last Droplets]
Last droplets of and after spontaneous rain
Last Invocation, The
Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning
Laws for Creations
Leaf for Hand in Hand, A
Leaflets
Leaves of Grass.
Lessons
Let that which stood in front go behind
Let the reformers descend from the stands where they are forever bawling—let an idiot or insane person appear on each of the stands
Let us twain walk aside from the rest;
Life and Death
Life
Lingering Last Drops
Lo, the unbounded sea
Lo, Victress on the Peaks
Locations and Times
Locations and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?
Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me—O if I could but obtain knowledge!
Long, Long Hence
Long, Too Long America
Look down fair moon and bathe this scene
Look Down Fair Moon
Love That Is Hereafter, The
Lover divine and perfect Comrade
M
Manhattan’s streets I saunter’d pondering
Mannahatta
Mannahatta
Many things to absorb I teach to help you become eleve of mine
March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown, A
Me Imperturbe
Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature
Mediums
Memories
MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN
Miracles
Mirages
Mississippi at Midnight, The
More experiences and sights, stranger, than you’d think for;
Mother and Babe
My 71st Year
My Canary Bird
My city’s fit and noble name resumed
My Departure
My Legacy
My Picture-Gallery
My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend
My spirit to yours dear brother
Myself and Mine
Myself and mine gymnastic ever
Mystic Trumpeter, The
N
Nations ten thousand years before these States, and many times ten thousand years before these States
Native Moments
Native moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now
Nay, do not dream, designer dark
Nay, Tell Me Not To-day the Publish’d Shame
Night on the Prairies
No Labor-saving Machine
Noiseless Patient Spider, A
Not a sigh was heard, not a tear was shed
Not alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars
Not from successful love alone
Not Heat Flames up and Consumes
Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only
Not in a gorgeous hall of pride
Not in a gorgeous hall of pride
Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone
Not meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare, like eagles’ talons)
Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me
Not my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear;
Not the Pilot
Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back and many times baffled
Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable masses (even to expose them,)
Not Youth Pertains to Me
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost
Now Finalé to the Shore
Now Lift Me Close
Now lift me close to your face till I whisper
Now list to my morning’s romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer
Now Precedent Songs, Farewell
Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face
Now precedent songs, farewell—by every name farewell
O
O a new song, a free song
O, beauteous is the earth! and fair
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
O, Death! a black and pierceless pall
O, God of Coumbia! O, Shield of the Free!
O Hymen! O Hymenee!
O hymen! O hymenee! Why do you tantalize me thus?
O
Living Always, Always Dying
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