Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1855

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  1. p. iii, line 9[…] forms . . . perceives that the corpse is slowly borne from the eating and sleeping rooms of the house . . . perceives that […]
  2. p. iii, line 24[…] teeming nation of nations. Here is action untied from strings necessarily blind to particulars and details magnificently moving in […]
  3. p. iii, line 37[…] and need never be bankrupt while corn grows from the ground or the orchards drop apples or the bays […]
  4. p. iii, line 79[…] can have the best authority the cheapest . . . namely from its own soul. This is the sum of the profitable […]
  5. p. iv, line 28[…] north or south. He spans between them also from east to west and reflects what is between them. On […]
  6. p. iv, line 36[…] forests coated with transparent ice and icicles hanging from the boughs and crackling in the wind . . . . and sides and […]
  7. p. iv, line 66[…] Congress every December, the members duly coming up from all climates and the uttermost parts . . . . the noble character of […]
  8. p. iv, line 99[…] the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their […]
  9. p. v, line 63[…] other senses corroborate themselves, but this is removed from any proof but its own and foreruns the identities of […]
  10. p. v, line 101[…] the free growth of metrical laws and bud from them as unerringly and loosely as lilacs or roses on […]
  11. p. v, line 109[…] are not independent but dependent. All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain. If the greatnesses are […]
  12. p. vi, line 33[…] dwindle to nothing to his proportions. All expected from heaven or from the highest he is rapport with in […]
  13. p. vi, line 34[…] to his proportions. All expected from heaven or from the highest he is rapport with in the sight of […]
  14. p. vi, line 51[…] life . . . . it is exact and plumb as gravitation. From the eyesight proceeds another eyesight and from the hearing proceeds […]
  15. p. vi, line 52[…] gravitation. From the eyesight proceeds another eyesight and from the hearing proceeds another hearing and from the voice proceeds […]
  16. p. vi, line 53[…] and from the hearing proceeds another hearing and from the voice proceeds another voice eternally curious of the harmony […]
  17. p. vi, line 60[…] finish is to each for itself and onward from itself . . . that it is profuse and impartial . . . that there is […]
  18. p. vi, line 85[…] forms the consistence of what is to be from what has been and is. He drags the dead out […]
  19. p. vii, line 30[…] observation. What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition. You shall […]
  20. p. vii, line 41[…] artists nothing is finer than silent defiance advancing from new free forms. In the need of poems philosophy politics […]
  21. p. viii, line 49[…] exist . . . . but never takes any adherence or welcome from the rest more than from poets. They are the voice […]
  22. p. viii, line 50[…] adherence or welcome from the rest more than from poets. They are the voice and exposition of liberty. They […]
  23. p. viii, line 62[…] served by men whose good intent is quelled from one failure or two failures or any number of failures […]
  24. p. viii, line 63[…] two failures or any number of failures, or from the casual indifference or ingratitude of the people, or from […]
  25. p. viii, line 64[…] casual indifference or ingratitude of the people, or from the sharp show of the tushes of power, or the […]
  26. p. viii, line 83[…] patriots are laughed at in the public halls from the lips of the orators . . . . when the boys are no […]
  27. p. viii, line 109[…] obtain a response of love and natural deference from the people whether they get the offices or no . . . . when […]
  28. p. viii, line 115[…] free mechanic or farmer with his hat unmoved from his head and firm eyes and a candid and generous […]
  29. p. ix, line 5[…] the souls of men and women are discharged from any part of the earth—then only shall the instinct […]
  30. p. ix, line 6[…] only shall the instinct of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth […]
  31. p. ix, line 26[…] principles. They are of use . . . . they dissolve poverty from its need and riches from its conceit. You large proprietor […]
  32. p. ix, line 27[…] they dissolve poverty from its need and riches from its conceit. You large proprietor they say shall not realize […]
  33. p. ix, line 38[…] and healthy and accomplished shall receive no pleasure from violations of natural models and must not permit them. In […]
  34. p. ix, line 54[…] the nature of the work and come irrepressibly from it and are necessary to the completion of the work […]
  35. p. ix, line 68[…] new cheap joy and a divine voice leaping from their brains: How beautiful is candor! All faults may be […]
  36. p. ix, line 101[…] world to be parts of the greatest poet from his birth out of his mother's womb and from her […]
  37. p. ix, line 102[…] his birth out of his mother's womb and from her birth out of her mother's. Caution seldom goes far […]
  38. p. x, line 45[…] and real as the direct. The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the […]
  39. p. x, line 68[…] or black, legal or illegal, sick or well, from the first inspiration down the windpipe to the last expiration […]
  40. p. x, line 111[…] now and will inure always to the identities from which they sprung or shall spring . . . Did you guess any […]
  41. p. xi, line 3[…] so exist . . . no result exists now without being from its long antecedent result, and that from its antecedent, and […]
  42. p. xi, line 4[…] being from its long antecedent result, and that from its antecedent, and so backward without the farthest mentionable spot […]
  43. p. xi, line 13[…] particular sabbath or judgment-day, divides not the living from the dead or the righteous from the unrighteous, is satisfied with the present, matches every thought […]
  44. p. xi, line 40[…] is the bond of time, and rises up from its inconceivable vagueness and infiniteness in the swimming shape of […]
  45. p. xi, line 43[…] life, and makes the present spot the passage from what was to what shall be, and commits itself to […]
  46. p. xi, line 109[…] shall arise in America and be responded to from the remainder of the earth […]
  47. p. xii, line 19[…] American standards. Whether or no the sign appears from the mouths of the people, it throbs a live interrogation […]
  48. p. xii, line 28[…] grown fresh out of the fields or drawn from the sea for use to me today here? I know […]
  49. p. xii, line 50The poems distilled from other poems will probably pass away. The coward will surely […]
  50. p. xii, line 63[…] can pass on it . . no disguise can conceal from it. It rejects none, it permits all. Only toward as […]
  51. p. 13, line 21The feeling of health . . . . the full-noon trill . . . . the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
  52. p. 14, line 7You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
  53. p. 14, line 8You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
  54. p. 14, line 26Showing the best and dividing it from the worst, age vexes age,
  55. p. 15, line 4That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
  56. p. 15, line 13They come to me days and nights and go from me again,
  57. p. 15, line 15Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,
  58. p. 15, line 24Loafe with me on the grass . . . . loose the stop from your throat,
  59. p. 15, line 29And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my barestript heart,
  60. p. 16, line 20It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
  61. p. 16, line 22It may be you are from old people and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps,
  62. p. 16, line 24This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
  63. p. 16, line 26Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
  64. p. 16, line 28And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
  65. p. 17, line 8And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
  66. p. 17, line 30I peeringly view them from the top.
  67. p. 18, line 21I jump from the crossbeams, and seize the clover and timothy,
  68. p. 18, line 29My eyes settle the land . . . . I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
  69. p. 19, line 1Her father and his friends sat near by crosslegged and dumbly smoking . . . . they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders;
  70. p. 19, line 10And gave him a room that entered from my own, and gave him some coarse clean clothes,
  71. p. 19, line 26The beards of the young men glistened with wet, it ran from their long hair,
  72. p. 19, line 29It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
  73. p. 20, line 7From the cinder-strewed threshold I follow their movements,
  74. p. 20, line 14His glance is calm and commanding . . . . he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead,
  75. p. 22, line 4Out from the crowd steps the marksman and takes his position and levels his piece;
  76. p. 22, line 6The woollypates hoe in the sugarfield, the overseer views them from his saddle;
  77. p. 22, line 11The company returns from its excursion, the darkey brings up the rear and bears the well-riddled target,
  78. p. 23, line 30A Louisianian or Georgian, a poke-easy from sandhills and pines,
  79. p. 25, line 21How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
  80. p. 27, line 21I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,
  81. p. 29, line 5No sentimentalist . . . . no stander above men and women or apart from them . . . . no more modest than immodest.
  82. p. 29, line 6Unscrew the locks from the doors!
  83. p. 29, line 7Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!
  84. p. 29, line 30Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from;
  85. p. 30, line 32The heaved challenge from the east that moment over my head,
  86. p. 31, line 15My final merit I refuse you . . . . I refuse putting from me the best I am.
  87. p. 32, line 12It wrenches unnamable ardors from my breast,
  88. p. 32, line 29My flesh and blood playing out lightning, to strike what is hardly different from myself,
  89. p. 35, line 28Over the sharp-peaked farmhouse with its scalloped scum and slender shoots from the gutters;
  90. p. 36, line 11Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, and andirons straddle the hearth-slab, and cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters;
  91. p. 37, line 24Far from the settlements studying the print of animals' feet, or the moccasin print;
  92. p. 37, line 30Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while,
  93. p. 39, line 5How the lank loose-gowned women looked when boated from the side of their prepared graves,
  94. p. 41, line 20The transit to and from the magazine was now stopped by the sentinels,
  95. p. 43, line 10My face is ash-colored, my sinews gnarl . . . . away from me people retreat.
  96. p. 44, line 9Is he from the Mississippi country? or from Iowa, Oregon or California? or from the mountains? or prairie life or bush-life? or from the sea?
  97. p. 44, line 14They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers,
  98. p. 46, line 10Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts bagged out at their waists;
  99. p. 47, line 1Music rolls, but not from the organ . . . . folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.
  100. p. 48, line 11Waiting responses from oracles . . . . honoring the gods . . . . saluting the sun,
  101. p. 48, line 15Drinking mead from the skull-cup . . . . to shasta and vedas admirant . . . . minding the koran,
  102. p. 48, line 16Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife—beating the serpent-skin drum;
  103. p. 50, line 9Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, the vapor from the nostrils of death,
  104. p. 50, line 12And took my time . . . . and took no hurt from the fœtid carbon.
  105. p. 50, line 29Crying by day Ahoy from the rocks of the river . . . . swinging and chirping over my head,
  106. p. 50, line 30Calling my name from flowerbeds or vines or tangled underbrush,
  107. p. 50, line 31Or while I swim in the bath . . . . or drink from the pump at the corner . . . . or the curtain is down at the opera . . . . or I glimpse at a woman's face in the railroad car;
  108. p. 51, line 25My signs are a rain-proof coat and good shoes and a staff cut from the woods;
  109. p. 52, line 23Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
  110. p. 53, line 7I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
  111. p. 53, line 8I follow you whoever you are from the present hour;
  112. p. 54, line 14I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name,
  113. p. 55, line 1I ascend from the moon . . . . I ascend from the night,
  114. p. 55, line 3And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.
  115. p. 56, line 5I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
  116. 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?
  117. p. 58, line 15Not only the free Utahan, Kansian, or Arkansian . . . . not only the free Cuban . . . not merely the slave . . . . not Mexican native, or Flatfoot, or negro from Africa,
  118. p. 59, line 12It is for you whoever you are . . . . it is no farther from you than your hearing and sight are from you,
  119. p. 59, line 16Nothing in the reports from the state department or treasury department . . . . or in the daily papers, or the weekly papers,
  120. p. 60, line 18Leaves are not more shed from the trees or trees from the earth than they are shed out of you.
  121. p. 60, line 24All doctrines, all politics and civilization exurge from you,
  122. p. 61, line 3All music is what awakens from you when you are reminded by the instruments,
  123. p. 67, line 9Have you pleasure from looking at the sky? Have you pleasure from poems?
  124. p. 67, line 18The sky continues beautiful . . . . the pleasure of men with women shall never be sated . . nor the pleasure of women with men . . nor the pleasure from poems;
  125. p. 70, line 13The newborn emerging from gates and the dying emerging from gates,
  126. p. 71, line 8I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them;
  127. p. 71, line 10The earth recedes from me into the night,
  128. p. 71, line 12I go from bedside to bedside . . . . I sleep close with the other sleepers, each in turn;
  129. p. 71, line 20Only from me can they hide nothing and would not if they could;
  130. p. 72, line 3He rises with me silently from the bed.
  131. p. 72, line 14Pier that I saw dimly last night when I looked from the windows,
  132. p. 72, line 15Pier out from the main, let me catch myself with you and stay . . . . I will not chafe you;
  133. p. 73, line 25His face is cold and damp . . . . he cannot repress the weeping drops . . . . he lifts the glass perpetually to his eyes . . . . the color is blanched from his cheeks,
  134. p. 76, line 1It comes from its embowered garden and looks pleasantly on itself and encloses the world;
  135. p. 76, line 12They flow hand in hand over the whole earth from east to west as they lie unclothed;
  136. p. 76, line 21The felon steps forth from the prison . . . . the insane becomes sane . . . . the suffering of sick persons is relieved,
  137. p. 76, line 27I too pass from the night;
  138. p. 77, line 8Not the womb yields the babe in its time more surely than I shall be yielded from you in my time.
  139. p. 78, line 16The slow return from the fire . . . . the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again— the listening on the alert,
  140. p. 79, line 14A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
  141. p. 80, line 23Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffused float, and the soil is on the surface and water runs and vegetation sprouts for you . . and not for him and her?
  142. p. 81, line 18How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries?
  143. p. 81, line 19Who might you find you have come from yourself if you could trace back through the centuries?
  144. p. 81, line 24Who knows through the centuries what heroes may come from them?
  145. p. 84, line 6The same wait to clear the rubbish from the fallen tenement;
  146. p. 84, line 19They show their descent from the Master himself.
  147. p. 85, line 6Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue.
  148. p. 85, line 8She looks out from her quaker cap . . . . her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.
  149. p. 85, line 16A YOUNG man came to me with a message from his brother,
  150. p. 87, line 9A Jew to the Jew he seems . . . . a Russ to the Russ . . . . usual and near . . removed from none.
  151. p. 88, line 4Worming from his simplicity the poor man's wages;
  152. p. 88, line 19Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets . . . those hearts pierced by the gray lead,
  153. p. 89, line 21Here gape your smart grandsons . . . . their wives gaze at them from the windows,
  154. p. 89, line 29They shall get a grant from the Parliament, and go with a cart to the royal vault,
  155. p. 90, line 1Dig out King George's coffin . . . . unwrap him quick from the graveclothes . . . . box up his bones for a journey:
  156. p. 90, line 5And fetch home the roarers from Congress, and make another procession and guard it with foot and dragoons.
  157. p. 90, line 7Look! all orderly citizens . . . . look from the windows women.
  158. p. 90, line 11Stick your hands in your pockets Jonathan . . . . you are a made man from this day,
  159. p. 91, line 1And the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the tavern whence he had lately risen,
  160. p. 91, line 17The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset . . . . the river between,
  161. 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.
  162. p. 94, line 9Understand then that it goes as far onward from this as this is from the times when it lay in covering waters and gases.