Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1855

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  1. p. iii, line 5[…] the old religions . . . . accepts the lesson with calmness . . . is not so impatient as has been supposed that the slough […]
  2. p. iii, line 9[…] of the new forms . . . perceives that the corpse is slowly borne from the eating and sleeping rooms of the […]
  3. p. iii, line 20[…] their ampler largeness and stir. Here at last is something in the doings of man that corresponds with the […]
  4. p. iii, line 23[…] broadcast doings of the day and night. Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations […]
  5. p. iii, line 24[…] nation but a teeming nation of nations. Here is action untied from strings necessarily blind to particulars and details […]
  6. p. iii, line 26[…] and details magnificently moving in vast masses. Here is the hospitality which forever indicates heroes . . . . Here are the roughs […]
  7. p. iii, line 41[…] deputies . . . . but the genius of the United States is not best or most in its executives or legislatures, nor […]
  8. p. iii, line 79[…] the cheapest . . . namely from its own soul. This is the sum of the profitable uses of individuals or states […]
  9. p. iv, line 5[…] are to enclose old and new for America is the race of races. Of them a bard is to […]
  10. p. iv, line 6[…] the race of races. Of them a bard is to be commensurate with a people. To him the other […]
  11. p. iv, line 22[…] and over the seas off California and Oregon, is not tallied by the blue breadth of the waters below […]
  12. p. iv, line 24[…] more than the breadth of above and below is tallied by him. When the long Atlantic coast stretches longer […]
  13. p. iv, line 28[…] also from east to west and reflects what is between them. On him rise solid growths that offset the […]
  14. p. iv, line 81[…] For such the expression of the American poet is to be transcendant and new. It is to be indirect […]
  15. p. iv, line 82[…] poet is to be transcendant and new. It is to be indirect and not direct or descriptive or epic […]
  16. p. iv, line 88[…] great psalm of the republic. Here the theme is creative and has vista. Here comes one among the wellbeloved […]
  17. p. iv, line 98[…] poets shall. Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him […]
  18. p. iv, line 101[…] of their sanity. Nothing out of its place is good and nothing in its place is bad. He bestows on every object or quality its fit […]
  19. p. iv, line 103[…] its fit proportions neither more nor less. He is the arbiter of the diverse and he is the key […]
  20. p. iv, line 104[…] is the arbiter of the diverse and he is the key. He is the equalizer of his age and land . . . . he supplies what […]
  21. p. iv, line 107[…] supplying and checks what wants checking. If peace is the routine out of him speaks the spirit of peace […]
  22. p. v, line 3[…] stars not too far off. In war he is the most deadly force of the war. Who recruits him […]
  23. p. v, line 19[…] meat that grows men and women. His brain is the ultimate brain. He is no arguer . . . he is judgment […]
  24. p. v, line 20[…] women. His brain is the ultimate brain. He is no arguer . . . he is judgment. He judges not as the judge judges but as […]
  25. p. v, line 25[…] and God off of his equal plane he is silent. He sees eternity less like a play with a […]
  26. p. v, line 29[…] men and women as dreams or dots. Faith is the antiseptic of the soul . . . it pervades the common people […]
  27. p. v, line 32[…] give up believing and expecting and trusting. There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that […]
  28. p. v, line 38[…] greatest artist. . . . . . The power to destroy or remould is freely used by him but never the power of attack […]
  29. p. v, line 39[…] him but never the power of attack. What is past is past. If he does not expose superior models and prove […]
  30. p. v, line 41[…] prove himself by every step he takes he is not what is wanted. The presence of the greatest poet conquers . . . not parleying […]
  31. p. v, line 45[…] has passed that way see after him! there is not left any vestige of despair or misanthropy or cunning […]
  32. p. v, line 54[…] the grandeur and life of the universe. He is a seer . . . . he is individual . . . he is complete in himself . . . . the others are as […]
  33. p. v, line 55[…] He is a seer . . . . he is individual . . . he is complete in himself . . . . the others are as good as he […]
  34. p. v, line 57[…] he sees it and they do not. He is not one of the chorus . . . . he does not stop for […]
  35. p. v, line 58[…] he does not stop for any regulation . . . he is the president of regulation. What the eyesight does to the […]
  36. p. v, line 63[…] eyesight? The other senses corroborate themselves, but this is removed from any proof but its own and foreruns the […]
  37. p. v, line 67[…] books of the earth and all reasoning. What is marvellous? what is unlikely? what is impossible or baseless or […]
  38. p. v, line 68[…] earth and all reasoning. What is marvellous? what is unlikely? what is impossible or baseless or vague? after you have once just […]
  39. p. v, line 87[…] passion for light and the open air, all is an old varied sign of the unfailing perception of beauty […]
  40. p. v, line 92[…] may but they never can. The poetic quality is not marshalled in rhyme or uniformity or abstract addresses to […]
  41. p. v, line 95[…] nor in melancholy complaints or good precepts, but is the life of these and much else and is in the soul. The profit of rhyme is that it […]
  42. p. v, line 96[…] is in the soul. The profit of rhyme is that it drops seeds of a sweeter and more luxuriant […]
  43. p. v, line 111[…] in conjunction in a man or woman it is enough . . . . the fact will prevail through the universe . . . . but the […]
  44. p. v, line 117[…] Who troubles himself about his ornaments or fluency is lost. This is what youshall do: Love the earth and sun and the […]
  45. p. vi, line 19[…] unneeded work. He shall know that the ground is always ready ploughed and manured . . . . others may not know it […]
  46. p. vi, line 26[…] known universe has one complete lover and that is the greatest poet. He consumes an eternal passion and is […]
  47. p. vi, line 27[…] greatest poet. He consumes an eternal passion and is indifferent which chance happens and which possible contingency of fortune […]
  48. p. vi, line 30[…] his delicious pay. What balks or breaks others is fuel for his burning progress to contact and amorous joy […]
  49. p. vi, line 34[…] expected from heaven or from the highest he is rapport with in the sight of the daybreak or a […]
  50. p. vi, line 39[…] expanse . . . . he leaves room ahead of himself. He is no irresolute or suspicious lover . . . he is sure . . . he scorns […]
  51. p. vi, line 40[…] He is no irresolute or suspicious lover . . . he is sure . . . he scorns intervals. His experience and the showers and […]
  52. p. vi, line 46[…] the earth . . . . he saw them buried. The sea is not surer of the shore or the shore of the […]
  53. p. vi, line 47[…] or the shore of the sea than he is of the fruition of his love and of all perfection […]
  54. p. vi, line 49The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss . . . it is inevitable as […]
  55. p. vi, line 50[…] is no chance of hit or miss . . . it is inevitable as life . . . . it is exact and plumb as gravitation. From the eyesight proceeds another […]
  56. p. vi, line 59[…] perfection in masses and floods . . . that its finish is to each for itself and onward from itself . . . that it […]
  57. p. vi, line 60[…] for itself and onward from itself . . . that it is profuse and impartial . . . that there is not a minute of […]
  58. p. vi, line 61[…] that it is profuse and impartial . . . that there is not a minute of the light or dark nor an […]
  59. p. vi, line 64[…] or employment nor any turn of events. This is the reason that about the proper expression of beauty there […]
  60. p. vi, line 67[…] that about the proper expression of beauty there is precision and balance . . . one part does not need to be […]
  61. p. vi, line 68[…] to be thrust above another. The best singer is not the one who has the most lithe and powerful […]
  62. p. vi, line 70[…] lithe and powerful organ . . . the pleasure of poems is not in them that take the handsomest measure and similes […]
  63. p. vi, line 73[…] and without exposing in the least how it is done the greatest poet brings the spirit of any or […]
  64. p. vi, line 77[…] you hear or read. To do this well is to compete with the laws that pursue and follow time […]
  65. p. vi, line 78[…] the laws that pursue and follow time. What is the purpose must surely be there and the clue of […]
  66. p. vi, line 80[…] it must be there . . . . and the faintest indication is the indication of the best and then becomes the clearest […]
  67. p. vi, line 84[…] The greatest poet forms the consistence of what is to be from what has been and is. He drags […]
  68. p. vi, line 85[…] is to be from what has been and is. He drags the dead out of their coffins and stands […]
  69. p. vi, line 95[…] can tell what they are for or what is beyond . . . . he glows a moment on the extremest verge. He […]
  70. p. vi, line 96[…] glows a moment on the extremest verge. He is most wonderful in his last half-hidden smile or frown . . . by […]
  71. p. vi, line 112[…] and the sunshine of the light of letters is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity . . . . nothing ca make up […]
  72. p. vi, line 113[…] of the light of letters is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity . . . . nothing ca make up for excess or […]
  73. p. vii, line 7[…] in the woods and grass by the roadside is the flawless triumph of art. If you have looked on […]
  74. p. vii, line 19[…] greatest poet has less a marked style and is more the channel of thoughts and things without increase or […]
  75. p. vii, line 20[…] thoughts and things without increase or diminution, and is the free channel of himself. He swears to his art […]
  76. p. vii, line 26[…] I tell I tell for precisely what it is. Let who may exalt or startle or fascinate or sooth […]
  77. p. vii, line 40[…] of writers savans musicians inventors and artists nothing is finer than silent defiance advancing from new free forms. In […]
  78. p. vii, line 46[…] appropriate native grand-opera, shipcraft, or any craft, he is greatest forever and forever who contributes the greatest original practical […]
  79. p. vii, line 48[…] the greatest original practical example. The cleanest expression is that which finds no sphere worthy of itself and makes […]
  80. p. vii, line 60[…] their supremacy within them. What do you think is the grandeur of storms and dismemberments and the deadliest battles […]
  81. p. vii, line 65[…] desires and dignity and hate and love? It is that something in the soul which says, Rage on, Whirl […]
  82. p. vii, line 77[…] they shall perceive who the most affluent man is. The most affluent man is he that confronts all the shows he sees by equivalents […]
  83. p. vii, line 100[…] every perfect poem. No matter what rises or is uttered they sent the seed of the conception of it […]
  84. p. vii, line 106[…] son and if the greatness of the son is the exuding of the greatness of the father there shall […]
  85. p. vii, line 111Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the […]
  86. p. viii, line 10[…] and each distinct and in its place. It is also not consistent with the reality of the soul to […]
  87. p. viii, line 12[…] reality of the soul to admit that there is anything in the known universe more divine than men and […]
  88. p. viii, line 21[…] of all toward happiness never inconsistent with what is clear to the senses and to the soul. For the […]
  89. p. viii, line 24[…] sane philosophy. Whatever comprehends less than that . . . whatever is less than the laws of light and of astronomical motion […]
  90. p. viii, line 30[…] of density or the patient upheaving of strata—is of no account. Whatever would put God in a poem […]
  91. p. viii, line 33[…] philosophy as contending against some being or influence is also of no account. Sanity and ensemble characterise the great […]
  92. p. viii, line 35[…] the great master . . . spoilt in one principle all is spoilt. The great master has nothing to do with miracles […]
  93. p. viii, line 40[…] common ground. To be under the general law is great for that is to correspond with it. The master knows that he is […]
  94. p. viii, line 41[…] correspond with it. The master knows that he is unspeakably great and that all are unspeakably great . . . . that nothing […]
  95. p. viii, line 43[…] all are unspeakably great . . . . that nothing for instance is greater than to conceive children and bring them up well […]
  96. p. viii, line 44[…] and bring them up well . . . that to be is just as great as to perceive or tell […]
  97. p. viii, line 47[…] the great masters the idea of political liberty is indispensible. Liberty takes the adherence of heroes wherever men and […]
  98. p. viii, line 52[…] are worthy the grand idea . . . . to them it is confided and they must sustain it. Nothing has precedence of […]
  99. p. viii, line 55[…] or degrade it. The attitude of great poets is to cheer up slaves and horrify despots. The turn of […]
  100. p. viii, line 61[…] you shall learn the faithful American lesson. Liberty is poorly served by men whose good intent is quelled from one failure or two failures or any number […]
  101. p. viii, line 68[…] one, promises nothing, sits in calmness and light, is positive and composed, and knows no discouragement. The battle rages […]
  102. p. viii, line 73[…] garrote and leadballs do their work . . . . the cause is asleep . . . . the strong throats are choked with their own blood […]
  103. p. viii, line 76[…] the ground when they pass each other . . . . and is liberty gone out of that place? No never. When liberty […]
  104. p. viii, line 79[…] that place? No never. When liberty goes it is not the first to go nor the second or third […]
  105. p. viii, line 80[…] waits for all the rest to go . . it is the last. . . When the memories of the old martyrs are […]
  106. p. viii, line 110[…] they get the offices or no . . . . when it is better to be a bound booby and rogue in office […]
  107. p. ix, line 13[…] facts are showered over with light . . . . the daylight is lit with more volatile light . . . . also the deep between the […]
  108. p. ix, line 30[…] any one else. The owner of the library is not he who holds a legal title to it having […]
  109. p. ix, line 31[…] paid for it. Any one and every one is owner of the library who can read the same through […]
  110. p. ix, line 48[…] which creates unearthly beings or places or contingencies is a nuisance and revolt. Of the human form especially it […]
  111. p. ix, line 50[…] and revolt. Of the human form especially it is so great it must never be made ridiculous. Of ornaments […]
  112. p. ix, line 63[…] As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances […]
  113. p. ix, line 69[…] divine voice leaping from their brains: How beautiful is candor! All faults may be forgiven of him who has […]
  114. p. ix, line 74[…] the inner and outer world and that there is no single exception, and that never since our earth gathered […]
  115. p. ix, line 82[…] thrift without the loving nod of the soul is only a fœtid puff . . . . and there never grew up in […]
  116. p. x, line 9[…] of such a great being as a man is to the toss and pallor of years of moneymaking with […]
  117. p. x, line 20[…] chatter of a death without serenity or majesty, is the great fraud upon modern civilization and forethought, blotching the […]
  118. p. x, line 31[…] thought of the prudence suitable for immortality. What is wisdom that fills the thinness of a year or seventy […]
  119. p. x, line 37[…] direction running gaily toward you? Only the soul is of itself . . . . all else has reference to what ensues. All […]
  120. p. x, line 39[…] ensues. All that a person does or thinks is of consequence. Not a move can a man or woman […]
  121. p. x, line 44[…] onward afterward through the indirect lifetime. The indirect is always as great and real as the direct. The spirit […]
  122. p. x, line 60[…] the wiles practised by people upon themselves . . . ever is or ever can be stamped on the programme but it […]
  123. p. x, line 61[…] can be stamped on the programme but it is duly realized and returned, and that returned in further performances […]
  124. p. x, line 66[…] bring arguments to hand or no. No specification is necessary . . to add or subtract or divide is in vain. Little or big, learned or unlearned, white or […]
  125. p. x, line 70[…] all that a male or female does that is vigorous and benevolent and clean is so much sure profit […]
  126. p. x, line 71[…] does that is vigorous and benevolent and clean is so much sure profit to him or her in the […]
  127. p. x, line 74[…] of it forever. If the savage or felon is wise it is well . . . . if the greatest poet or savan is wise it […]
  128. p. x, line 75[…] is well . . . . if the greatest poet or savan is wise it is simply the same . . if the President or chief justice is […]
  129. p. x, line 76[…] the same . . if the President or chief justice is wise it is the same . . . if the young mechanic or farmer is wise […]
  130. p. x, line 77[…] the same . . . if the young mechanic or farmer is wise it is no more or less . . if the prostitute is wise it […]
  131. p. x, line 78[…] is no more or less . . if the prostitute is wise it is no more nor less. The interest will come round . . all […]
  132. p. x, line 103[…] shaping of his great hands . . and all that is well thought or done this day on any part of […]
  133. p. x, line 106[…] those there as we are here . . or that is henceforth to be well thought or done by you whoever […]
  134. p. xi, line 7[…] than any other spot. . . . . Whatever satisfies the soul is truth. The prudence of the greatest poet answers at last […]
  135. p. xi, line 9[…] last the craving and glut of the soul, is not contemptuous of less ways of prudence if they conform […]
  136. p. xi, line 14[…] the dead or the righteous from the unrighteous, is satisfied with the present, matches every thought or act by […]
  137. p. xi, line 30[…] of him who would be the greatest poet is today. If he does not flood himself with the immediate […]
  138. p. xi, line 36[…] himself the age transfigured . . . . and if to him is not opened the eternity which gives similitude to all periods […]
  139. p. xi, line 39[…] processes and animate and inanimate forms, and which is the bond of time, and rises up from its inconceivable […]
  140. p. xi, line 41[…] infiniteness in the swimming shape of today, and is held by the ductile anchors of life, and makes the […]
  141. p. xi, line 59[…] hand and the left hand for his sake? Is he beloved long and long after he is buried? Does […]
  142. p. xi, line 60[…] Is he beloved long and long after he is buried? Does the young man think often of him? and […]
  143. p. xi, line 65A great poem is for ages and ages in common and for all degrees […]
  144. p. xi, line 70[…] as much as a woman. A great poem is no finish to a man or woman but rather a […]
  145. p. xi, line 80[…] sure grasp into live regions previously unattained . . . . thenceforward is no rest . . . . they see the space and ineffable sheen that […]
  146. p. xi, line 92[…] will soon be no more priests. Their work is done. They may wait awhile . . perhaps a generation or two […]
  147. p. xi, line 112[…] English language befriends the grand American expression . . . . it is brawny enough and limber and full enough. On the tough […]
  148. p. xii, line 1[…] was never withoutthe idea of political liberty, which is the animus of all liberty, it has attracted the terms […]
  149. p. xii, line 4[…] gayer and subtler and more elegant tongues. It is the powerful language of resistance . . . it is the dialect of common sense. It is the speech of […]
  150. p. xii, line 5[…] it is the dialect of common sense. It is the speech of the proud and melancholy races and of […]
  151. p. xii, line 7[…] melancholy races and of all who aspire. It is the chosen tongue to express growth faith self-esteem freedom justice […]
  152. p. xii, line 9[…] equality friendliness amplitude prudence decision and courage. It is the medium that shall well nigh express the inexpressible […]
  153. p. xii, line 22[…] which passes by or this built to remain. Is it uniform with my country? Are its disposals without ignominious […]
  154. p. xii, line 24[…] my country? Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions? Is it for the evergrowing communes of brothers and lovers, large […]
  155. p. xii, line 27[…] beyond the old models, generous beyond all models? Is it something grown fresh out of the fields or drawn […]
  156. p. xii, line 31[…] part of my materials. Does this answer? or is it without reference to universal needs? or sprung of the […]
  157. p. xii, line 41[…] perfect and independent mate? Does it improve manners? Is it for the nursing of the young of the republic […]
  158. p. xii, line 57[…] for the visitors that have sent word. It is not intellect that is to be their warrant and welcome […]
  159. p. xii, line 58[…] have sent word. It is not intellect that is to be their warrant and welcome. The talented, the artist […]
  160. p. xii, line 66[…] of itself will it advance half-way. An individual is as superb as a nation when he has the qualities […]
  161. p. xii, line 70[…] of its poets. The signs are effectual. There is no fear of mistake. If the one is true the […]
  162. p. xii, line 71[…] is no fear of mistake. If the one is true the other is true. The proof of a poet is that his country […]
  163. p. xii, line 72[…] other is true. The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has […]
  164. p. 13, line 9The atmosphere is not a perfume . . . . it has no taste of the distillation . . . . it is odorless,
  165. p. 13, line 10It is for my mouth forever . . . . I am in love with it,
  166. p. 14, line 11There was never any more inception than there is now,
  167. p. 14, line 12Nor any more youth or age than there is now;
  168. p. 14, line 13And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
  169. p. 14, line 14Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
  170. p. 14, line 19To elaborate is no avail . . . . Learned and unlearned feel that it is so.
  171. p. 14, line 23Clear and sweet is my soul . . . . and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
  172. p. 14, line 24Lack one lacks both . . . . and the unseen is proved by the seen,
  173. p. 14, line 28Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean,
  174. p. 14, line 29Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
  175. p. 15, line 6Exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead?
  176. p. 15, line 17Looks down, is erect, bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
  177. p. 15, line 32And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my own,
  178. p. 16, line 1And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own,
  179. p. 16, line 3And that a kelson of the creation is love;
  180. p. 16, line 7A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
  181. p. 16, line 8How could I answer the child? . . . . I do not know what it is any more than he.
  182. p. 16, line 10Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
  183. p. 16, line 13Or I guess the grass is itself a child . . . . the produced babe of the vegetation.
  184. p. 16, line 14Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
  185. p. 16, line 24This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
  186. p. 17, line 4The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
  187. p. 17, line 8And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
  188. p. 17, line 10I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
  189. p. 17, line 19For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
  190. p. 17, line 32It is so . . . . I witnessed the corpse . . . . there the pistol had fallen.
  191. p. 18, line 9The souls moving along . . . . are they invisible while the least atom of the stones is visible?
  192. p. 18, line 12What living and buried speech is always vibrating here . . . . what howls restrained by decorum,
  193. p. 18, line 28The Yankee clipper is under her three skysails . . . . she cuts the sparkle and scud,
  194. p. 19, line 21Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
  195. p. 20, line 6Each has his main-sledge . . . . they are all out . . . . there is a great heat in the fire.
  196. p. 20, line 14His glance is calm and commanding . . . . he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead,
  197. p. 20, line 20Oxen that rattle the yoke or halt in the shade, what is that you express in your eyes?
  198. p. 20, line 27And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else,
  199. p. 21, line 14What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me,
  200. p. 21, line 28The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirmed case,
  201. p. 21, line 33What is removed drops horribly in a pail;
  202. p. 21, line 34The quadroon girl is sold at the stand . . . . the drunkard nods by the barroom stove,
  203. p. 22, line 12The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemmed cloth is offering moccasins and beadbags for sale,
  204. p. 22, line 14The deckhands make fast the steamboat, the plank is thrown for the shoregoing passengers,
  205. p. 22, line 16The one-year wife is recovering and happy, a week ago she bore her first child,
  206. p. 22, line 18The nine months' gone is in the parturition chamber, her faintness and pains are advancing;
  207. p. 22, line 19The pavingman leans on his twohanded rammer—the reporter's lead flies swiftly over the notebook—the signpainter is lettering with red and gold,
  208. p. 22, line 22The child is baptised—the convert is making the first professions,
  209. p. 22, line 23The regatta is spread on the bay . . . . how the white sails sparkle!
  210. p. 22, line 32The President holds a cabinet council, he is surrounded by the great secretaries,
  211. p. 23, line 7Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered . . . . it is the Fourth of July . . . . what salutes of cannon and small arms!
  212. p. 23, line 20And such as it is to be of these more or less I am.
  213. p. 23, line 24Stuffed with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine,
  214. p. 24, line 13The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.
  215. p. 24, line 19This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,
  216. p. 24, line 20This is the common air that bathes the globe.
  217. p. 24, line 21This is the breath of laws and songs and behaviour,
  218. p. 24, line 22This is the the tasteless water of souls . . . . this is the true sustenance,
  219. p. 24, line 23It is for the illiterate . . . . it is for the judges of the supreme court . . . . it is for the federal capitol and the state capitols,
  220. p. 24, line 24It is for the admirable communes of literary men and composers and singers and lecturers and engineers and savans,
  221. p. 24, line 25It is for the endless races of working people and farmers and seamen.
  222. p. 24, line 26This is the trill of a thousand clear cornets and scream of the octave flute and strike of triangles.
  223. p. 24, line 29I also say it is good to fall . . . . battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
  224. p. 25, line 4This is the meal pleasantly set . . . . this is the meat and drink for natural hunger,
  225. p. 25, line 5It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous . . . . I make appointments with all,
  226. p. 25, line 7The keptwoman and sponger and thief are hereby invited . . . . the heavy-lipped slave is invited . . . . the venerealee is invited,
  227. p. 25, line 9This is the press of a bashful hand . . . . this is the float and odor of hair,
  228. p. 25, line 10This is the touch of my lips to yours . . . . this is the murmur of yearning,
  229. p. 25, line 11This is the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,
  230. p. 25, line 12This is the thoughtful merge of myself and the outlet again.
  231. p. 25, line 21How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
  232. p. 25, line 22What is a man anyhow? What am I? and what are you?
  233. p. 25, line 27That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.
  234. p. 26, line 15I exist as I am, that is enough,
  235. p. 26, line 18One world is aware, and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
  236. p. 26, line 21My foothold is tenoned and mortised in granite,
  237. p. 26, line 29And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
  238. p. 26, line 30And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
  239. p. 26, line 33I show that size is only developement.
  240. p. 27, line 2It is a trifle . . . . they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on.
  241. p. 28, line 2What blurt is it about virtue and about vice?
  242. p. 28, line 4My gait is no faultfinder's or rejecter's gait,
  243. p. 28, line 8I step up to say that what we do is right and what we affirm is right . . . . and some is only the ore of right,
  244. p. 28, line 13There is no better than it and now.
  245. p. 28, line 14What behaved well in the past or behaves well today is not such a wonder,
  246. p. 28, line 15The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.
  247. p. 28, line 19One time as good as another time . . . . here or henceforward it is all the same to me.
  248. p. 28, line 23This is the lexicographer or chemist . . . . this made a grammar of the old cartouches,
  249. p. 28, line 25This is the geologist, and this works with the scalpel, and this is a mathematician.
  250. p. 29, line 8Whoever degrades another degrades me . . . . and whatever is done or said returns at last to me,
  251. p. 29, line 27Copulation is no more rank to me than death is.
  252. p. 29, line 29Seeing hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
  253. p. 29, line 31The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer,
  254. p. 29, line 32This head is more than churches or bibles or creeds.
  255. p. 30, line 17I dote on myself . . . . there is that lot of me, and all so luscious,
  256. p. 30, line 21To walk up my stoop is unaccountable . . . . I pause to consider if it really be,
  257. p. 30, line 22That I eat and drink is spectacle enough for the great authors and schools,
  258. p. 31, line 5Speech is the twin of my vision . . . . it is unequal to measure itself.
  259. p. 32, line 7I hear the chorus . . . . it is a grand-opera . . . . this indeed is music!
  260. p. 32, line 9The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.
  261. p. 32, line 19To be in any form, what is that?
  262. p. 32, line 21Mine is no callous shell,
  263. p. 32, line 25To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.
  264. p. 32, line 26Is this then a touch? . . . . quivering me to a new identity,
  265. p. 32, line 29My flesh and blood playing out lightning, to strike what is hardly different from myself,
  266. p. 33, line 12You villain touch! what are you doing? . . . . my breath is tight in its throat;
  267. p. 33, line 23The insignificant is as big to me as any,
  268. p. 33, line 24What is less or more than a touch?
  269. p. 33, line 27Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so,
  270. p. 33, line 28Only what nobody denies is so.
  271. p. 33, line 31And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman,
  272. p. 33, line 32And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
  273. p. 34, line 1I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars,
  274. p. 34, line 2And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
  275. p. 34, line 3And the tree-toad is a chef-d'ouvre for the highest,
  276. p. 34, line 7And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels,
  277. p. 34, line 11And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons,
  278. p. 34, line 28Not one is dissatisfied . . . . not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
  279. p. 34, line 30Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.
  280. p. 35, line 12Swift wind! Space! My Soul! Now I know it is true what I guessed at;
  281. p. 35, line 24Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock . . . . where the otter is feeding on fish,
  282. p. 35, line 26Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey . . . . where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-tail;
  283. p. 36, line 6Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheatlot,
  284. p. 36, line 12Where triphammers crash . . . . where the press is whirling its cylinders;
  285. p. 36, line 14Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft . . . . floating in it myself and looking composedly down;
  286. p. 36, line 15Where the life-car is drawn on the slipnoose . . . . where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand,
  287. p. 36, line 19Where the half-burned brig is riding on unknown currents,
  288. p. 36, line 21Where the striped and starred flag is borne at the head of the regiments;
  289. p. 36, line 32Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, and the stud to the mare, and the cock is treading the hen,
  290. p. 37, line 3Where the hummingbird shimmers . . . . where the neck of the longlived swan is curving and winding;
  291. p. 37, line 26By the coffined corpse when all is still, examining with a candle;
  292. p. 38, line 15I ascend to the foretruck . . . . I take my place late at night in the crow's nest . . . . we sail through the arctic sea . . . . it is plenty light enough,
  293. p. 38, line 17The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them . . . . the scenery is plain in all directions,
  294. p. 38, line 25My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs,
  295. p. 39, line 28I lie in the night air in my red shirt . . . . the pervading hush is for my sake,
  296. p. 41, line 7And that is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men,
  297. p. 41, line 12His was the English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be;
  298. p. 42, line 25O Christ! My fit is mastering me!
  299. p. 43, line 5It is I let out in the morning and barred at night.
  300. p. 43, line 8Not a youngster is taken for larceny, but I go up too and am tried and sentenced.
  301. p. 43, line 10My face is ash-colored, my sinews gnarl . . . . away from me people retreat.
  302. p. 43, line 14The whirling and whirling is elemental within me.
  303. p. 44, line 6The friendly and flowing savage . . . . Who is he?
  304. p. 44, line 7Is he waiting for civilization or past it and mastering it?
  305. p. 44, line 8Is he some southwesterner raised outdoors? Is he Canadian?
  306. 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?
  307. p. 44, line 21And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
  308. p. 45, line 1I do not ask who you are . . . . that is not important to me,
  309. p. 45, line 11O despairer, here is my neck,
  310. p. 45, line 18And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so.
  311. p. 45, line 23It is middling well as far as it goes . . . . but is that all?
  312. p. 46, line 12Selling all he possesses and traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery:
  313. p. 47, line 14This is the city . . . . and I am one of the citizens;
  314. p. 47, line 20The weakest and shallowest is deathless with me,
  315. p. 48, line 6Sermons and creeds and theology . . . . but the human brain, and what is called reason, and what is called love, and what is called life?
  316. p. 48, line 8My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,
  317. p. 48, line 17Accepting the gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine,
  318. p. 49, line 1The past is the push of you and me and all precisely the same,
  319. p. 49, line 2And the night is for you and me and all,
  320. p. 49, line 3And what is yet untried and afterward is for you and me and all.
  321. p. 49, line 4I do not know what is untried and afterward,
  322. p. 49, line 5But I know it is sure and alive and sufficient.
  323. p. 49, line 6Each who passes is considered, and each who stops is considered, and not a single one can it fail.
  324. p. 49, line 16Nor the present, nor the least wisp that is known.
  325. p. 49, line 17It is time to explain myself . . . . let us stand up.
  326. p. 49, line 18What is known I strip away . . . . I launch all men and women forward with me into the unknown.
  327. p. 49, line 27That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
  328. 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;
  329. p. 51, line 14There is no stoppage, and never can be stoppage;
  330. p. 51, line 19They are but parts . . . . any thing is but a part.
  331. p. 51, line 20See ever so far . . . . there is limitless space outside of that,
  332. p. 51, line 21Count ever so much . . . . there is limitless time around that.
  333. p. 51, line 22Our rendezvous is fitly appointed . . . . God will be there and wait till we come.
  334. p. 52, line 6It is not far . . . . it is within reach,
  335. p. 52, line 8Perhaps it is every where on water and on land.
  336. p. 52, line 20Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
  337. p. 53, line 11It is you talking just as much as myself . . . . I act as the tongue of you,
  338. p. 53, line 16The nearest gnat is an explanation and a drop or the motion of waves a key,
  339. p. 53, line 20The young mechanic is closest to me . . . . he knows me pretty well,
  340. p. 53, line 29I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
  341. p. 53, line 30And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
  342. p. 53, line 31And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's-self is,
  343. p. 54, line 3And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,
  344. p. 54, line 4And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe,
  345. p. 54, line 14I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name,
  346. p. 54, line 16And as to you death, and you bitter hug of mortality . . . . it is idle to try to alarm me.
  347. p. 55, line 4There is that in me . . . . I do not know what it is . . . . but I know it is in me.
  348. p. 55, line 7I do not know it . . . . it is without name . . . . it is a word unsaid,
  349. p. 55, line 8It is not in any dictionary or utterance or symbol.
  350. p. 55, line 10To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.
  351. p. 55, line 13It is not chaos or death . . . . it is form and union and plan . . . . it is eternal life . . . . it is happiness.
  352. p. 57, line 4This is unfinished business with me . . . . how is it with you?
  353. p. 57, line 7I do not thank you for liking me as I am, and liking the touch of me . . . . I know that it is good for you to do so.
  354. p. 57, line 18If your lover or husband or wife is welcome by day or night, I must be personally as welcome;
  355. p. 58, line 7Is it you then that thought yourself less?
  356. p. 58, line 8Is it you that thought the President greater than you? or the rich better off than you? or the educated wiser than you?
  357. p. 58, line 10Souls of men and women! it is not you I call unseen, unheard, untouchable and untouching;
  358. p. 58, line 11It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to settle whether you are alive or no;
  359. p. 58, line 13What is there you cannot give and take?
  360. p. 58, line 17Grown, half-grown, and babe—of this country and every country, indoors and outdoors I see . . . . and all else is behind or through them.
  361. p. 58, line 18The wife—and she is not one jot less than the husband,
  362. p. 58, line 19The daughter—and she is just as good as the son,
  363. p. 58, line 20The mother—and she is every bit as much as the father.
  364. p. 59, line 9There is something that comes home to one now and perpetually,
  365. p. 59, line 10It is not what is printed or preached or discussed . . . . it eludes discussion and print,
  366. p. 59, line 11It is not to be put in a book . . . . it is not in this book,
  367. p. 59, line 12It is for you whoever you are . . . . it is no farther from you than your hearing and sight are from you,
  368. p. 59, line 13It is hinted by nearest and commonest and readiest . . . . it is not them, though it is endlessly provoked by them . . . . What is there ready and near you now?
  369. p. 59, line 18The sun and stars that float in the open air . . . . the appleshaped earth and we upon it . . . . surely the drift of them is something grand;
  370. p. 59, line 19I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness,
  371. p. 59, line 20And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation, or bon-mot or reconnoissance,
  372. p. 59, line 21And that it is not something which by luck may turn out well for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,
  373. p. 60, line 7Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables or agriculture itself?
  374. p. 60, line 17It is not they who give the life . . . . it is you who give the life;
  375. p. 60, line 20The President is up there in the White House for you . . . . it is not you who are here for him,
  376. p. 60, line 26The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the records reach is in you this hour—and myths and tales the same;
  377. p. 61, line 1All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it;
  378. p. 61, line 3All music is what awakens from you when you are reminded by the instruments,
  379. p. 61, line 4It is not the violins and the cornets . . . . it is not the oboe nor the beating drums— nor the notes of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza . . . . nor those of the men's chorus, nor those of the women's chorus,
  380. p. 61, line 5It is nearer and farther than they.
  381. p. 61, line 7Can each see the signs of the best by a look in the lookingglass? Is there nothing greater or more?
  382. p. 61, line 13What is called right and what is called wrong . . . . what you behold or touch . . . . what causes your anger or wonder,
  383. p. 61, line 15What is seen or learned in the street, or intuitively learned,
  384. p. 61, line 16What is learned in the public school—spelling, reading, writing and ciphering . . . . the blackboard and the teacher's diagrams:
  385. p. 61, line 18(What is it that you made money? what is it that you got what you wanted?)
  386. p. 62, line 15Glassblowing, grinding of wheat and corn . . casting, and what is cast . . tinroofing, shingledressing,
  387. p. 63, line 22I do not affirm what you see beyond is futile . . . . I do not advise you to stop,
  388. p. 65, line 5Is today nothing? Is the beginningless past nothing?
  389. p. 65, line 6If the future is nothing they are just as surely nothing.
  390. p. 65, line 13When the soreness of lying so much in bed is over,
  391. p. 66, line 10He that was President was buried, and he that is now President shall surely be buried.
  392. p. 66, line 17Duly rattles the deathbell . . . . the gate is passed . . . . the grave is halted at . . . . the living alight . . . . the hearse uncloses,
  393. p. 66, line 18The coffin is lowered and settled . . . . the whip is laid on the coffin,
  394. p. 66, line 19The earth is swiftly shovelled in . . . . a minute . . no one moves or speaks . . . . it is done,
  395. p. 66, line 20He is decently put away . . . . is there anything more?
  396. p. 67, line 8To think how much pleasure there is!
  397. p. 67, line 16What will be will be well—for what is is well,
  398. p. 67, line 17To take interest is well, and not to take interest shall be well.
  399. p. 67, line 21The difference between sin and goodness is no apparition;
  400. p. 67, line 22The earth is not an echo . . . . man and his life and all the things of his life are well-considered.
  401. p. 68, line 1It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father—it is to identify you,
  402. p. 68, line 2It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided;
  403. p. 68, line 3Something long preparing and formless is arrived and formed in you,
  404. p. 68, line 5The threads that were spun are gathered . . . . the weft crosses the warp . . . . the pattern is systematic.
  405. p. 68, line 8The guest that was coming . . . . he waited long for reasons . . . . he is now housed,
  406. 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.
  407. p. 68, line 12The law of the living cannot be eluded . . . . it is eternal,
  408. p. 68, line 20But there is more account than that . . . . there is strict account of all.
  409. p. 68, line 24A zambo or a foreheadless Crowfoot or a Camanche is not nothing,
  410. p. 68, line 25The infected in the immigrant hospital are not nothing . . . . the murderer or mean person is not nothing,
  411. p. 68, line 27The prostitute is not nothing . . . . the mocker of religion is not nothing as he goes.
  412. p. 69, line 4For I have dreamed that the law they are under now is enough.
  413. p. 69, line 5And I have dreamed that the satisfaction is not so much changed . . . . and that there is no life without satisfaction;
  414. p. 69, line 6What is the earth? what are body and soul without satisfaction?
  415. p. 69, line 8We cannot be stopped at a given point . . . . that is no satisfaction;
  416. p. 69, line 9To show us a good thing or a few good things for a space of time—that is no satisfaction;
  417. p. 69, line 16Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good,
  418. p. 69, line 17The whole universe indicates that it is good,
  419. p. 69, line 18The past and the present indicate that it is good.
  420. p. 69, line 19How beautiful and perfect are the animals! How perfect is my soul!
  421. p. 69, line 21What is called good is perfect, and what is called sin is just as perfect;
  422. p. 69, line 27I cannot define my satisfaction . . yet it is so,
  423. p. 69, line 28I cannot define my life . . yet it is so.
  424. p. 70, line 1I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
  425. p. 70, line 2That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and the cohering is for it,
  426. p. 70, line 3And all preparation is for it . . and identity is for it . . and life and death are for it.
  427. p. 71, line 1The murderer that is to be hung next day . . . . how does he sleep?
  428. p. 71, line 11I saw that it was beautiful . . . . and I see that what is not the earth is beautiful.
  429. p. 71, line 15I am a dance . . . . Play up there! the fit is whirling me fast.
  430. p. 71, line 16I am the everlaughing . . . . it is new moon and twilight,
  431. p. 71, line 18Cache and cache again deep in the ground and sea, and where it is neither ground or sea.
  432. p. 71, line 30My truant lover has come and it is dark.
  433. p. 72, line 17And am curious to know where my feet stand . . . . and what is this flooding me, childhood or manhood . . . . and the hunger that crosses the bridge between.
  434. p. 72, line 21And liquor is spilled on lips and bosoms by touching glasses, and the best liquor afterward.
  435. p. 72, line 24It is my face yellow and wrinkled instead of the old woman's,
  436. p. 72, line 26It is I too . . . . the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,
  437. p. 72, line 29It is dark here underground . . . . it is not evil or pain here . . . . it is blank here, for reasons.
  438. p. 73, line 2Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.
  439. p. 73, line 10He is baffled and banged and bruised . . . . he holds out while his strength holds out,
  440. p. 73, line 12His beautiful body is borne in the circling eddies . . . . it is continually bruised on rocks,
  441. p. 73, line 13Swiftly and out of sight is borne the brave corpse.
  442. p. 73, line 16The beach is cut by the razory ice-wind . . . . the wreck-guns sound,
  443. p. 73, line 21I search with the crowd . . . . not one of the company is washed to us alive;
  444. 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,
  445. p. 73, line 27The same at last and at last when peace is declared,
  446. p. 74, line 27Now the vast dusk bulk that is the whale's bulk . . . . it seems mine,
  447. p. 74, line 28Warily, sportsman! though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death.
  448. p. 75, line 5The fugitive returns unharmed . . . . the immigrant is back beyond months and years;
  449. p. 75, line 7They warmly welcome him . . . . he is barefoot again . . . . he forgets he is welloff;
  450. p. 75, line 15The affectionate boy, the husband and wife, the voter, the nominee that is chosen and the nominee that has failed,
  451. p. 75, line 20The consumptive, the erysipalite, the idiot, he that is wronged,
  452. p. 75, line 22I swear they are averaged now . . . . one is no better than the other,
  453. p. 75, line 25Every one that sleeps is beautiful . . . . every thing in the dim night is beautiful,
  454. p. 75, line 26The wildest and bloodiest is over and all is peace.
  455. p. 75, line 27Peace is always beautiful,
  456. p. 75, line 30The soul is always beautiful . . . . it appears more or it appears less . . . . it comes or lags behind,
  457. p. 76, line 4The soul is always beautiful,
  458. p. 76, line 5The universe is duly in order . . . . every thing is in its place,
  459. p. 76, line 6What is arrived is in its place, and what waits is in its place;
  460. p. 76, line 18The breath of the boy goes with the breath of the man . . . . friend is inarmed by friend,
  461. p. 76, line 19The scholar kisses the teacher and the teacher kisses the scholar . . . . the wronged is made right,
  462. p. 76, line 20The call of the slave is one with the master's call . . and the master salutes the slave,
  463. p. 76, line 21The felon steps forth from the prison . . . . the insane becomes sane . . . . the suffering of sick persons is relieved,
  464. 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,
  465. p. 77, line 14The male is perfect and that of the female is perfect.
  466. p. 77, line 16It is in his limbs and joints also . . . . it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
  467. p. 77, line 17It is in his walk . . the carriage of his neck . . the flex of his waist and knees . . . . dress does not hide him,
  468. p. 79, line 6I have perceived that to be with those I like is enough,
  469. p. 79, line 7To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
  470. p. 79, line 8To be surrounded by beautiful curious breathing laughing flesh is enough,
  471. p. 79, line 9To pass among them . . to touch any one . . . . to rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment . . . . what is this then?
  472. p. 79, line 11There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them and in the contact and odor of them that pleases the soul well,
  473. p. 79, line 13This is the female form,
  474. p. 79, line 25This is the nucleus . . . after the child is born of woman the man is born of woman,
  475. p. 79, line 26This is the bath of birth . . . this is the merge of small and large and the outlet again.
  476. p. 80, line 1Be not ashamed women . . your privilege encloses the rest . . it is the exit of the rest,
  477. p. 80, line 3The female contains all qualities and tempers them . . . . she is in her place . . . . she moves with perfect balance,
  478. p. 80, line 4She is all things duly veiled . . . . she is both passive and active . . . . she is to conceive daughters as well as sons and sons as well as daughters.
  479. p. 80, line 6I see the bearer of the great fruit which is immortality . . . . the good thereof is not tasted by roues, and never can be.
  480. p. 80, line 7The male is not less the soul, nor more . . . . he too is in his place,
  481. p. 80, line 8He too is all qualities . . . . he is action and power . . . . the flush of the known universe is in him,
  482. p. 80, line 10The fiercest largest passions . . bliss that is utmost and sorrow that is utmost become him well . . . . pride is for him,
  483. p. 80, line 11The fullspread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul;
  484. p. 80, line 15The man's body is sacred and the woman's body is sacred . . . . it is no matter who,
  485. p. 80, line 16Is it a slave? Is it one of the dullfaced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
  486. p. 80, line 19All is a procession,
  487. p. 80, line 20The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
  488. 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?
  489. p. 81, line 15This is not only one man . . . . he is the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns,
  490. p. 81, line 21She too is not only herself . . . . she is the teeming mother of mothers,
  491. p. 81, line 22She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.
  492. p. 82, line 1Your mother . . . . is she living? . . . . Have you been much with her? and has she been much with you?
  493. p. 82, line 3If life and the soul are sacred the human body is sacred;
  494. p. 82, line 4And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,
  495. p. 82, line 5And in man or woman a clean strong firmfibred body is beautiful as the most beautiful face.
  496. p. 82, line 8Who degrades or defiles the living human body is cursed,
  497. p. 82, line 9Who degrades or defiles the body of the dead is not more cursed.
  498. p. 83, line 9This now is too lamentable a face for a man;
  499. p. 83, line 12This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage;
  500. p. 83, line 14This face is a haze more chill than the arctic sea,
  501. p. 83, line 16This is a face of bitter herbs . . . . this an emetic . . . . they need no label,
  502. p. 83, line 18This face is an epilepsy advertising and doing business . . . . its wordless tongue gives out the unearthly cry,
  503. p. 83, line 22This face is bitten by vermin and worms,
  504. p. 83, line 23And this is some murderer's knife with a halfpulled scabbard.
  505. p. 84, line 11Out of this face emerge banners and horses . . . . O superb! . . . . I see what is coming,
  506. p. 84, line 14This face is a lifeboat;
  507. p. 84, line 15This is the face commanding and bearded . . . . it asks no odds of the rest;
  508. p. 84, line 16This face is flavored fruit ready for eating;
  509. p. 84, line 17This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme of all good.
  510. p. 84, line 21In each house is the ovum . . . . it comes forth after a thousand years.
  511. p. 84, line 25This is a fullgrown lily's face,
  512. p. 85, line 1Lulled and late is the smoke of the Sabbath morning,
  513. p. 85, line 8She looks out from her quaker cap . . . . her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.
  514. p. 85, line 11Her ample gown is of creamhued linen,
  515. p. 85, line 21Him all wait for . . . . him all yield up to . . . . his word is decisive and final,
  516. p. 86, line 4Nothing for any one but what is for him . . . . near and far are for him,
  517. p. 86, line 9He is the answerer,
  518. p. 86, line 11A man is a summons and challenge,
  519. p. 86, line 12It is vain to skulk . . . . Do you hear that mocking and laughter? Do you hear the ironical echoes?
  520. p. 86, line 17His welcome is universal . . . . the flow of beauty is not more welcome or universal than he is,
  521. p. 86, line 18The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.
  522. p. 86, line 21One part does not counteract another part . . . . He is the joiner . . he sees how they join.
  523. p. 86, line 24And both understand him and know that his speech is right.
  524. p. 87, line 1He walks among the Congress . . . . and one representative says to another, Here is our equal appearing and new.
  525. p. 87, line 6No matter what the work is, that he is one to follow it or has followed it,
  526. p. 87, line 11The Italian or Frenchman is sure, and the German is sure, and the Spaniard is sure . . . . and the island Cuban is sure.
  527. p. 87, line 19Or beyond one manly or affectionate deed of an apprenticeboy? . . or old woman? . . or man that has been in prison or is likely to be in prison?
  528. p. 88, line 29Is the house shut? Is the master away?
  529. p. 89, line 11Why this is a show! It has called the dead out of the earth,
  530. p. 89, line 16What troubles you, Yankee phantoms? What is all this chattering of bare gums?
  531. p. 89, line 24Is this hour with the living too dead for you?
  532. p. 89, line 27But there is one thing that belongs here . . . . Shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?
  533. p. 90, line 2Find a swift Yankee clipper . . . . here is freight for you blackbellied clipper,
  534. p. 90, line 6Here is a centrepiece for them:
  535. p. 90, line 10You have got your revenge old buster! . . . . The crown is come to its own and more than its own.
  536. p. 90, line 12You are mighty cute . . . . and here is one of your bargains.
  537. p. 91, line 11Affection that will not be gainsayed . . . . The sense of what is real . . . . the thought if after all it should prove unreal,
  538. p. 91, line 13Whether that which appears so is so . . . . Or is it all flashes and specks?
  539. p. 92, line 5It is no lesson . . . . it lets down the bars to a good lesson,
  540. p. 92, line 12I cannot say to any person what I hear . . . . I cannot say it to myself . . . . it is very wonderful.
  541. p. 92, line 13It is no little matter, this round and delicious globe, moving so exactly in its orbit forever and ever, without one jolt or the untruth of a single second;
  542. p. 92, line 16I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman,
  543. p. 92, line 17Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman,
  544. p. 92, line 19Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is immortal,
  545. p. 92, line 20I know it is wonderful . . . . but my eyesight is equally wonderful . . . . and how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful,
  546. p. 92, line 23And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see each other, is every bit as wonderful:
  547. p. 92, line 24And that I can think such thoughts as these is just as wonderful,
  548. p. 92, line 25And that I can remind you, and you think them and know them to be true is just as wonderful,
  549. p. 93, line 1And that the moon spins round the earth and on with the earth is equally wonderful,
  550. p. 93, line 2And that they balance themselves with the sun and stars is equally wonderful.
  551. p. 93, line 3Come I should like to hear you tell me what there is in yourself that is not just as wonderful,
  552. p. 93, line 4And I should like to hear the name of anything between Sunday morning and Saturday night that is not just as wonderful.
  553. p. 93, line 8Great is liberty! Great is equality! I am their follower,
  554. p. 93, line 10Yours is the muscle of life or death . . . . yours is the perfect science . . . . in you I have absolute faith.
  555. p. 93, line 11Great is today, and beautiful,
  556. p. 93, line 12It is good to live in this age . . . . there never was any better.
  557. p. 93, line 21Great is youth, and equally great is old age . . . . great are the day and night;
  558. p. 93, line 22Great is wealth and great is poverty . . . . great is expression and great is silence.
  559. p. 94, line 1But then the soul's wealth—which is candor and knowledge and pride and enfolding love:
  560. p. 94, line 3Expression of speech . . in what is written or said forget not that silence is also expressive,
  561. p. 94, line 5That the true adoration is likewise without words and without kneeling.
  562. p. 94, line 6Great is the greatest nation . . the nation of clusters of equal nations.
  563. p. 94, line 7Great is the earth, and the way it became what it is,
  564. p. 94, line 8Do you imagine it is stopped at this? . . . . and the increase abandoned?
  565. 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.
  566. p. 94, line 10Great is the quality of truth in man,
  567. p. 94, line 12It is inevitably in the man . . . . He and it are in love, and never leave each other.
  568. p. 94, line 13The truth in man is no dictum . . . . it is vital as eyesight,
  569. p. 94, line 14If there be any soul there is truth . . . . if there be man or woman there is truth . . . . If there be physical or moral there is truth,
  570. p. 94, line 15If there be equilibrium or volition there is truth . . . . if there be things at all upon the earth there is truth.
  571. p. 94, line 18Great is language . . . . it is the mightiest of the sciences,
  572. p. 94, line 19It is the fulness and color and form and diversity of the earth . . . . and of men and women . . . . and of all qualities and processes;
  573. p. 94, line 20It is greater than wealth . . . . it is greater than buildings or ships or religions or paintings or music.
  574. p. 94, line 21Great is the English speech . . . . What speech is so great as the English?
  575. p. 94, line 22Great is the English brood . . . . What brood has so vast a destiny as the English?
  576. p. 94, line 23It is the mother of the brood that must rule the earth with the new rule,
  577. 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.
  578. p. 95, line 2Great is Justice;
  579. p. 95, line 3Justice is not settled by legislators and laws . . . . it is in the soul,
  580. p. 95, line 5It is immutable . . it does not depend on majorities . . . . majorities or what not come at last before the same passionless and exact tribunal.
  581. p. 95, line 6For justice are the grand natural lawyers and perfect judges . . . . it is in their souls,
  582. p. 95, line 7It is well assorted . . . . they have not studied for nothing . . . . the great includes the less,
  583. p. 95, line 11Great is goodness;
  584. p. 95, line 12I do not know what it is any more than I know what health is . . . . but I know it is great.
  585. p. 95, line 13Great is wickedness . . . . I find I often admire it just as much as I admire goodness:
  586. p. 95, line 14Do you call that a paradox? It certainly is a paradox.
  587. p. 95, line 15The eternal equilibrium of things is great, and the eternal overthrow of things is great,
  588. p. 95, line 16And there is another paradox.
  589. p. 95, line 17Great is life . . and real and mystical . . wherever and whoever,
  590. p. 95, line 18Great is death . . . . Sure as life holds all parts together, death holds all parts together;
  591. p. 95, line 19Sure as the stars return again after they merge in the light, death is great as life.