Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1855

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  1. p. iii, line 17[…] the fullest poetical nature. The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem. In the history of the earth […]
  2. p. iii, line 28[…] is the hospitality which forever indicates heroes . . . . Here are the roughs and beards and space and ruggedness and nonchalance […]
  3. p. iii, line 63[…] to them not they to him—these too are unrhymed poetry. It awaits the gigantic and generous treatment worthy […]
  4. p. iv, line 4The American poets are to enclose old and new for America is the race […]
  5. p. iv, line 91[…] and beautiful forms of the future where there are now no solid forms […]
  6. p. iv, line 99[…] Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity. Nothing out […]
  7. p. v, line 23[…] farthest he has the most faith. His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things. In the talk […]
  8. p. v, line 56[…] individual . . . he is complete in himself . . . . the others are as good as he, only he sees it and they […]
  9. p. v, line 76[…] and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers, are not small themes . . . but folks expect of the poet to […]
  10. p. v, line 106[…] finest poems or music or orations or recitations are not independent but dependent. All beauty comes from beautiful blood […]
  11. p. v, line 111[…] blood and a beautiful brain. If the greatnesses are in conjunction in a man or woman it is enough […]
  12. p. vi, line 41[…] intervals. His experience and the showers and thrills are not for nothing. Nothing can jar him . . . . suffering and darkness […]
  13. p. vi, line 44[…] cannot. To him complaint and jealousy and envy are corpses buried and rotten in the earth . . . . he saw them […]
  14. p. vi, line 83[…] the clearest indication. Past and present and future are not disjoined but joined. The greatest poet forms the consistence […]
  15. p. vi, line 95[…] pinnacles that no man can tell what they are for or what is beyond . . . . he glows a moment on […]
  16. p. vi, line 109[…] poet has lain close betwixt both and they are vital in his style and thoughts […]
  17. p. vii, line 3[…] intellectual depths and give all subjects their articulations are powers neither common nor very uncommon. But to speak in […]
  18. p. vii, line 51[…] of great poets to each man and woman are, Come to us on equal terms, Only then can you […]
  19. p. vii, line 52[…] terms, Only then can you understand us, We are no better than you, What we enclose you enclose, What […]
  20. p. vii, line 86Exact science and its practical movements are no checks on the greatest poet but always his encouragement […]
  21. p. vii, line 89[…] his encouragement and support. The outset and remembrance are there . . there the arms that lifted him first and brace […]
  22. p. vii, line 97[…] astronomer geologist phrenologist spiritualist mathematician historian and lexicographer are not poets, but they are the lawgivers of poets and their construction underlies the structure […]
  23. p. vii, line 110[…] of demonstrable science. In the beauty of poems are the tuft and final applause of science […]
  24. p. vii, line 115[…] yet it president of itself always. The depths are fathomless and therefore calm. The innocence and nakedness are resumed […]
  25. p. vii, line 117[…] fathomless and therefore calm. The innocence and nakedness are resumed . . . they are neither modest nor immodest. The whole theory of the special […]
  26. p. viii, line 3[…] shall happen, the vital laws enclose all . . . . they are sufficient for any case and for all cases . . . none to […]
  27. p. viii, line 9[…] men and women and all that concerns them are unspeakably perfect miracles all referring to all and each distinct […]
  28. p. viii, line 14[…] women and the earth and all upon it are simply to be taken as they are, and the investigation […]
  29. p. viii, line 15[…] it are simply to be taken as they are, and the investigation of their past and present and future […]
  30. p. viii, line 42[…] that he is unspeakably great and that all are unspeakably great . . . . that nothing for instance is greater than to […]
  31. p. viii, line 50[…] from the rest more than from poets. They are the voice and exposition of liberty. They out of ages […]
  32. p. viii, line 51[…] and exposition of liberty. They out of ages are worthy the grand idea . . . . to them it is confided and […]
  33. p. viii, line 57[…] of their feet, the motions of their wrists, are full of hazard to the one and hope to the […]
  34. p. viii, line 74[…] work . . . . the cause is asleep . . . . the strong throats are choked with their own blood . . . . the young men drop their […]
  35. p. viii, line 81[…] last. . . When the memories of the old martyrs are faded utterly away . . . . when the large names of patriots are […]
  36. p. viii, line 83[…] utterly away . . . . when the large names of patriots are laughed at in the public halls from the lips of […]
  37. p. viii, line 84[…] the lips of the orators . . . . when the boys are no more christened after the same but christened after tyrants […]
  38. p. viii, line 86[…] traitors instead . . . . when the laws of the free are grudgingly permitted and laws for informers and bloodmoney are sweet […]
  39. p. viii, line 88[…] grudgingly permitted and laws for informers and bloodmoney are sweet to the taste of the people . . . . when I and […]
  40. p. viii, line 92[…] and calling no man master—and when we are elated with noble joy at the sight of slaves . . . . when […]
  41. p. ix, line 4[…] and all the souls of men and women are discharged from any part of the earth—then only shall […]
  42. p. ix, line 12[…] fiction and romance. As they emit themselves facts are showered over with light . . . . the daylight is lit with more […]
  43. p. ix, line 26[…] and turmoils and stratagems to first principles. They are of use . . . . they dissolve poverty from its need and riches […]
  44. p. ix, line 55[…] the work and come irrepressibly from it and are necessary to the completion of the work. Most works are […]
  45. p. ix, line 56[…] to the completion of the work. Most works are most beautiful without ornament. . . Exaggerations will be revenged in human […]
  46. p. ix, line 58[…] revenged in human physiology. Clean and vigorous children are jetted and conceived only in those communities where the models […]
  47. p. ix, line 60[…] those communities where the models of natural forms are public every day. . . . . Great genius and the people of these […]
  48. p. ix, line 62[…] be demeaned to romances. As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances […]
  49. p. ix, line 64The great poets are also to be known by the absence in them of […]
  50. p. ix, line 99[…] the same spirit applied to human affairs . . these are called up of the float of the brain of the […]
  51. p. x, line 2[…] gate. The premises of the prudence of life are not the hospitality of it or the ripeness and harvest […]
  52. p. x, line 106[…] or fixed stars by those there as we are here . . or that is henceforth to be well thought or […]
  53. p. x, line 107[…] well thought or done by you whoever you are, or by any one—these singly and wholly inured at […]
  54. p. xii, line 23[…] to remain. Is it uniform with my country? Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions? Is it for the evergrowing […]
  55. p. xii, line 60[…] ingenious, the editor, the statesman, the erudite . . they are not unappreciated . . they fall in their place and do their […]
  56. p. xii, line 70[…] to meet that of its poets. The signs are effectual. There is no fear of mistake. If the one […]
  57. p. 13, line 6Houses and rooms are full of perfumes . . . . the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
  58. p. 14, line 5You shall possess the good of the earth and sun . . . . there are millions of suns left,
  59. p. 15, line 14But they are not the Me myself.
  60. p. 16, line 2And that all the men ever born are also my brothers . . . . and the women my sisters and lovers,
  61. p. 16, line 4And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
  62. p. 16, line 22It may be you are from old people and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps,
  63. p. 16, line 23And here you are the mothers' laps.
  64. p. 17, line 3They are alive and well somewhere;
  65. p. 17, line 24Undrape . . . . you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
  66. p. 18, line 9The souls moving along . . . . are they invisible while the least atom of the stones is visible?
  67. p. 18, line 18The armfuls are packed to the sagging mow:
  68. p. 19, line 22Where are you off to, lady? for I see you,
  69. p. 20, line 6Each has his main-sledge . . . . they are all out . . . . there is a great heat in the fire.
  70. p. 21, line 23The mate stands braced in the whaleboat, lance and harpoon are ready,
  71. p. 21, line 25The deacons are ordained with crossed hands at the altar,
  72. p. 21, line 32The malformed limbs are tied to the anatomist's table,
  73. p. 22, line 18The nine months' gone is in the parturition chamber, her faintness and pains are advancing;
  74. p. 22, line 26The camera and plate are prepared, the lady must sit for her daguerreotype,
  75. p. 23, line 5The floormen are laying the floor—the tinners are tinning the roof—the masons are calling for mortar,
  76. p. 24, line 11The moth and the fisheggs are in their place,
  77. p. 24, line 12The suns I see and the suns I cannot see are in their place,
  78. p. 24, line 14These are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,
  79. p. 24, line 15If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing or next to nothing,
  80. p. 24, line 16If they do not enclose everything they are next to nothing,
  81. p. 24, line 17If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
  82. p. 24, line 18If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.
  83. p. 24, line 29I also say it is good to fall . . . . battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
  84. p. 25, line 7The keptwoman and sponger and thief are hereby invited . . . . the heavy-lipped slave is invited . . . . the venerealee is invited,
  85. p. 25, line 22What is a man anyhow? What am I? and what are you?
  86. p. 25, line 26That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth,
  87. p. 26, line 7All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.
  88. p. 26, line 26The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me,
  89. p. 27, line 1Have you outstript the rest? Are you the President?
  90. p. 28, line 7Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be worked over and rectified?
  91. p. 28, line 27The facts are useful and real . . . . they are not my dwelling . . . . I enter by them to an area of the dwelling.
  92. p. 29, line 19And of the rights of them the others are down upon,
  93. p. 29, line 29Seeing hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
  94. p. 31, line 9Do you not know how the buds beneath are folded?
  95. p. 31, line 25I hear all sounds as they are tuned to their uses . . . . sounds of the city and sounds out of the city . . . . sounds of the day and night;
  96. p. 32, line 4They go to guard some corpse . . . . the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.
  97. p. 32, line 14It sails me . . . . I dab with bare feet . . . . they are licked by the indolent waves,
  98. p. 33, line 12You villain touch! what are you doing? . . . . my breath is tight in its throat;
  99. p. 33, line 13Unclench your floodgates! you are too much for me.
  100. p. 33, line 33And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific,
  101. p. 34, line 23I think I could turn and live awhile with the animals . . . . they are so placid and self-contained,
  102. p. 36, line 20Where shells grow to her slimy deck, and the dead are corrupting below;
  103. p. 36, line 31Where the hay-rick stands in the barnyard, and the dry-stalks are scattered, and the brood cow waits in the hovel,
  104. p. 38, line 19We are about approaching some great battlefield in which we are soon to be engaged,
  105. p. 38, line 21Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruined city . . . . the blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe.
  106. p. 39, line 16Hell and despair are upon me . . . . crack and again crack the marksmen,
  107. p. 39, line 21Agonies are one of my changes of garments;
  108. p. 39, line 30White and beautiful are the faces around me . . . . the heads are bared of their fire-caps,
  109. p. 40, line 15The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.
  110. p. 42, line 31These become mine and me every one, and they are but little,
  111. p. 43, line 27Our swift ordinances are on their way over the whole earth,
  112. p. 43, line 28The blossoms we wear in our hats are the growth of two thousand years.
  113. p. 44, line 3And know that they who have eyes are divine, and the blind and lame are equally divine,
  114. p. 44, line 5And are aware how I am with you no more than I am with everybody.
  115. p. 44, line 15They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath . . . . they fly out of the glance of his eyes.
  116. p. 45, line 1I do not ask who you are . . . . that is not important to me,
  117. p. 45, line 32Honestly taking them all for what they are worth, and not a cent more,
  118. p. 47, line 1Music rolls, but not from the organ . . . . folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.
  119. p. 47, line 18They who piddle and patter here in collars and tailed coats . . . . I am aware who they are . . . . and that they are not worms or fleas,
  120. p. 47, line 25And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
  121. p. 47, line 26My words are words of a questioning, and to indicate reality;
  122. p. 49, line 20Eternity lies in bottomless reservoirs . . . . its buckets are rising forever and ever,
  123. p. 49, line 23There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
  124. p. 50, line 1I am sorry for you . . . . they are not murderous or jealous upon me;
  125. p. 51, line 19They are but parts . . . . any thing is but a part.
  126. p. 51, line 25My signs are a rain-proof coat and good shoes and a staff cut from the woods;
  127. p. 52, line 17You are also asking me questions, and I hear you;
  128. p. 52, line 20Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
  129. p. 53, line 8I follow you whoever you are from the present hour;
  130. p. 53, line 27The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment and forget where they are,
  131. p. 54, line 15And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.
  132. p. 54, line 20And as to you corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me,
  133. p. 54, line 23And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths,
  134. p. 55, line 22I concentrate toward them that are nigh . . . . I wait on the door-slab.
  135. p. 57, line 16If you are a workman or workwoman I stand as nigh as the nighest that works in the same shop,
  136. p. 58, line 9Because you are greasy or pimpled—or that you was once drunk, or a thief, or diseased, or rheumatic, or a prostitute—or are so now—or from frivolity or impotence—or that you are no scholar, and never saw your name in print . . . . do you give in that you are any less immortal?
  137. p. 58, line 11It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to settle whether you are alive or no;
  138. p. 58, line 12I own publicly who you are, if nobody else owns . . . . aud see and hear you, and what you give and take;
  139. p. 58, line 14I see not merely that you are polite or whitefaced . . . . married or single . . . . citizens of old states or citizens of new states . . . . eminent in some profession . . . . a lady or gentleman in a parlor . . . . or dressed in the jail uniform . . . . or pulpit uniform,
  140. p. 59, line 12It is for you whoever you are . . . . it is no farther from you than your hearing and sight are from you,
  141. p. 60, line 12I do not say they are not grand and good—for they are,
  142. p. 60, line 15We consider the bibles and religions divine . . . . I do not say they are not divine,
  143. p. 60, line 18Leaves are not more shed from the trees or trees from the earth than they are shed out of you.
  144. p. 60, line 19The sum of all known value and respect I add up in you whoever you are;
  145. p. 60, line 20The President is up there in the White House for you . . . . it is not you who are here for him,
  146. p. 60, line 23Laws, courts, the forming of states, the charters of cities, the going and coming of commerce and mails are all for you.
  147. p. 60, line 25All sculpture and monuments and anything inscribed anywhere are tallied in you,
  148. p. 61, line 3All music is what awakens from you when you are reminded by the instruments,
  149. p. 63, line 23I do not say leadings you thought great are not great,
  150. p. 64, line 11When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly companions,
  151. p. 65, line 6If the future is nothing they are just as surely nothing.
  152. p. 65, line 9To think that we are now here and bear our part.
  153. p. 65, line 12When the dull nights are over, and the dull days also,
  154. p. 65, line 21They are palpable as the living are palpable.
  155. p. 66, line 5To think how eager we are in building our houses,
  156. p. 66, line 9Slowmoving and black lines creep over the whole earth . . . . they never cease . . . . they are the burial lines,
  157. p. 67, line 3To think that these are so much and so nigh to other drivers . . and he there takes no interest in them.
  158. p. 67, line 4The markets, the government, the workingman's wages . . . . to think what account they are through our nights and days;
  159. p. 67, line 14Your farm and profits and crops . . . . to think how engrossed you are;
  160. p. 67, line 19The domestic joys, the daily housework or business, the building of houses—they are not phantasms . . they have weight and form and location;
  161. p. 67, line 20The farms and profits and crops . . the markets and wages and government . . they also are not phantasms;
  162. p. 67, line 22The earth is not an echo . . . . man and his life and all the things of his life are well-considered.
  163. p. 67, line 23You are not thrown to the winds . . you gather certainly and safely around yourself,
  164. p. 68, line 4You are thenceforth secure, whatever comes or goes.
  165. p. 68, line 5The threads that were spun are gathered . . . . the weft crosses the warp . . . . the pattern is systematic.
  166. p. 68, line 9He is one of those who are beautiful and happy . . . . he is one of those that to look upon and be with is enough.
  167. p. 68, line 18The great masters and kosmos are well as they go . . . . the heroes and good-doers are well,
  168. p. 68, line 21The interminable hordes of the ignorant and wicked are not nothing,
  169. p. 68, line 22The barbarians of Africa and Asia are not nothing,
  170. p. 68, line 23The common people of Europe are not nothing . . . . the American aborigines are not nothing,
  171. p. 68, line 25The infected in the immigrant hospital are not nothing . . . . the murderer or mean person is not nothing,
  172. p. 68, line 26The perpetual succession of shallow people are not nothing as they go,
  173. p. 69, line 1I have dreamed that we are not to be changed so much . . . . nor the law of us changed;
  174. p. 69, line 4For I have dreamed that the law they are under now is enough.
  175. p. 69, line 6What is the earth? what are body and soul without satisfaction?
  176. p. 69, line 19How beautiful and perfect are the animals! How perfect is my soul!
  177. p. 69, line 22The vegetables and minerals are all perfect . . and the imponderable fluids are perfect;
  178. p. 70, line 3And all preparation is for it . . and identity is for it . . and life and death are for it.
  179. p. 72, line 4Darkness you are gentler than my lover . . . . his flesh was sweaty and panting,
  180. p. 72, line 6My hands are spread forth . . I pass them in all directions,
  181. p. 72, line 7I would sound up the shadowy shore to which you are journeying.
  182. p. 72, line 9I thought my lover had gone . . . . else darkness and he are one,
  183. p. 72, line 22I descend my western course . . . . my sinews are flaccid,
  184. p. 73, line 7What are you doing you ruffianly red-trickled waves?
  185. p. 73, line 11The slapping eddies are spotted with his blood . . . . they bear him away . . . . they roll him and swing him and turn him:
  186. p. 75, line 1O love and summer! you are in the dreams and in me,
  187. p. 75, line 2Autumn and winter are in the dreams . . . . the farmer goes with his thrift,
  188. p. 75, line 3The droves and crops increase . . . . the barns are wellfilled.
  189. p. 75, line 22I swear they are averaged now . . . . one is no better than the other,
  190. p. 75, line 24I swear they are all beautiful,
  191. p. 76, line 9The sleepers that lived and died wait . . . . the far advanced are to go on in their turns, and the far behind are to go on in their turns,
  192. p. 76, line 11The sleepers are very beautiful as they lie unclothed,
  193. p. 76, line 13The Asiatic and African are hand in hand . . . . the European and American are hand in hand,
  194. p. 76, line 14Learned and unlearned are hand in hand . . and male and female are hand in hand;
  195. p. 76, line 22The sweatings and fevers stop . . the throat that was unsound is sound . . the lungs of the consumptive are resumed . . the poor distressed head is free,
  196. p. 79, line 17Books, art, religion, time . . the visible and solid earth . . the atmosphere and the fringed clouds . . what was expected of heaven or feared of hell are now consumed,
  197. p. 80, line 2You are the gates of the body and you are the gates of the soul.
  198. p. 81, line 7Examine these limbs, red black or white . . . . they are very cunning in tendon and nerve;
  199. p. 81, line 14Do you think they are not there because they are not expressed in parlors and lecture-rooms?
  200. p. 82, line 2Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all over the earth?
  201. p. 82, line 3If life and the soul are sacred the human body is sacred;
  202. p. 82, line 10SAUNTERING the pavement or riding the country byroad here then are faces,
  203. p. 83, line 6Sauntering the pavement or crossing the ceaseless ferry, here then are faces;
  204. p. 83, line 20Its teeth grit . . the palms of the hands are cut by the turned-in nails,
  205. p. 83, line 26Those are really men! . . . . the bosses and tufts of the great round globe!
  206. p. 84, line 20Off the word I have spoken I except not one . . . . red white or black, all are deific,
  207. p. 86, line 4Nothing for any one but what is for him . . . . near and far are for him,
  208. p. 86, line 5The ships in the offing . . . . the perpetual shows and marches on land are for him if they are for any body.
  209. p. 86, line 22He says indifferently and alike, How are you friend? to the President at his levee,
  210. p. 87, line 15They are not vile any more . . . . they hardly know themselves, they are so grown.
  211. p. 87, line 18But what are verses beyond the flowing character you could have? . . . . or beyond beautiful manners and behaviour?
  212. p. 88, line 16The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily . . . . the bullets of princes are flying . . . . the creatures of power laugh aloud,
  213. p. 88, line 17And all these things bear fruits . . . . and they are good.
  214. p. 89, line 23Worse and worse . . . . Can't you stand it? Are you retreating?
  215. p. 90, line 11Stick your hands in your pockets Jonathan . . . . you are a made man from this day,
  216. p. 90, line 12You are mighty cute . . . . and here is one of your bargains.
  217. p. 91, line 14Men and women crowding fast in the streets . . if they are not flashes and specks what are they?
  218. p. 92, line 11They are so beautiful I nudge myself to listen.
  219. p. 92, line 21And how I was not palpable once but am now . . . . and was born on the last day of May 1819 . . . . and passed from a babe in the creeping trance of three summers and three winters to articulate and walk . . . . are all equally wonderful.
  220. p. 92, line 22And that I grew six feet high . . . . and that I have become a man thirty-six years old in 1855 . . . . and that I am here anyhow—are all equally wonderful;
  221. p. 93, line 5GREAT are the myths . . . . I too delight in them,
  222. p. 93, line 6Great are Adam and Eve . . . . I too look back and accept them;
  223. p. 93, line 13Great are the plunges and throes and triumphs and falls of democracy,
  224. p. 93, line 16Great are yourself and myself,
  225. p. 93, line 17We are just as good and bad as the oldest and youngest or any,
  226. p. 93, line 21Great is youth, and equally great is old age . . . . great are the day and night;
  227. p. 94, line 12It is inevitably in the man . . . . He and it are in love, and never leave each other.
  228. p. 94, line 24The new rule shall rule as the soul rules, and as the love and justice and equality that are in the soul rule.
  229. p. 94, line 25Great is the law . . . . Great are the old few landmarks of the law . . . . they are the same in all times and shall not be disturbed.
  230. p. 95, line 1Great are marriage, commerce, newspapers, books, freetrade, railroads, steamers, international mails and telegraphs and exchanges.
  231. p. 95, line 6For justice are the grand natural lawyers and perfect judges . . . . it is in their souls,