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‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 9, line 1ONE'S-SELF I sing, a simple separate person,
  2. p. 9, line 11A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect,
  3. p. 9, line 21I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any,
  4. p. 10, line 10She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night,
  5. p. 10, line 11By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read,
  6. p. 10, line 22You not a reminiscence of the land alone,
  7. p. 10, line 23You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos'd I know not whither, yet ever full of faith,
  8. p. 11, line 15After a strange sad war, great war for thee,
  9. p. 11, line 18(A war O soldiers not for itself alone,
  10. p. 11, line 24(With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,)
  11. p. 11, line 27As a wheel on its axis turns, this book unwitting to itself,
  12. p. 12, line 1I MET a seer,
  13. p. 12, line 26(The units gather'd, posted, not a thought, emotion, deed, left out,)
  14. p. 14, line 12A round full-orb'd eidólon.
  15. p. 14, line 19And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life?
  16. p. 14, line 23Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections
  17. p. 15, line 3How they inure to themselves as much as to any—what a paradox appears their age,
  18. p. 15, line 16And have said, Why should not a man or woman do as much as the seasons, and effuse as much?
  19. p. 15, line 17We dwell a while in every city and town,
  20. p. 15, line 22Dwell a while and pass on, be copious, temperate, chaste, magnetic,
  21. p. 16, line 11A river man, or a man of the woods or of any farm-life of these States or of the coast, or the lakes or Kanada,
  22. p. 16, line 18As a father to his father going takes his children along with him.
  23. p. 16, line 20On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moonsails,
  24. p. 17, line 13Lo, I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal,
  25. p. 17, line 21Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made,
  26. p. 17, line 23A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect,
  27. p. 18, line 3But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,
  28. p. 18, line 6I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
  29. p. 18, line 7I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face,
  30. p. 18, line 15Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother,
  31. p. 18, line 18Or a soldier camp'd or carrying my knapsack and gun, or a miner in California,
  32. p. 19, line 6Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.
  33. p. 19, line 18As in a dream they change, they swiftly fill,
  34. p. 19, line 24Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions,
  35. p. 20, line 3For you a programme of chants.
  36. p. 20, line 25Regarding it all intently a long while, then dismissing it,
  37. p. 21, line 10I will make a song for these States that no one State may under any circumstances be subjected to another State,
  38. p. 21, line 11And I will make a song that there shall be comity by day and by night between all the States, and between any two of them,
  39. p. 21, line 12And I will make a song for the ears of the President, full of weapons with menacing points,
  40. p. 21, line 14And a song make I of the One form'd out of all,
  41. p. 22, line 8I too, following many and follow'd by many, inaugurate a religion, I descend into the arena,
  42. p. 22, line 24It is well—against such I say not a word, I am their poet also,
  43. p. 23, line 5It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess, and yet it satisfies, it is great,
  44. p. 23, line 8Know you, solely to drop in the earth the germs of a greater religion,
  45. p. 23, line 11For you to share with me two greatnesses, and a third one rising inclusive and more resplendent,
  46. p. 23, line 19Not he with a daily kiss onward from childhood kissing me,
  47. p. 24, line 8A charge transmitted and gift occult for those being born.
  48. p. 24, line 9Democracy! near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and joyfully singing.
  49. p. 25, line 1And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact,
  50. p. 25, line 5And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to all days,
  51. p. 25, line 6And I will not make a poem nor the least part of a poem but has reference to the soul,
  52. p. 25, line 16Any more than a man's substance and life or a woman's substance and life return in the body and the soul,
  53. p. 25, line 22Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?
  54. p. 26, line 22Walking New England, a friend, a traveler,
  55. p. 27, line 4Yet a true son either of Maine or of the Granite State, or the Narragansett Bay State, or the Empire State,
  56. p. 27, line 17On my way a moment I pause,
  57. p. 28, line 3A world primal again, vistas of glory incessant and branching,
  58. p. 28, line 4A new race dominating previous ones and grander far, with new contests,
  59. p. 29, line 1O a word to clear one's path ahead endlessly!
  60. p. 29, line 10I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
  61. p. 29, line 16Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
  62. p. 29, line 22The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
  63. p. 30, line 6A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
  64. p. 30, line 10Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the earth much?
  65. p. 31, line 2Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
  66. p. 31, line 5Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical,
  67. p. 31, line 13Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
  68. p. 31, line 19And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent,
  69. p. 32, line 19I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
  70. p. 32, line 27And that a kelson of the creation is love,
  71. p. 33, line 3A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
  72. p. 33, line 7A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
  73. p. 33, line 9Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
  74. p. 33, line 10Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
  75. p. 35, line 2I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.
  76. p. 35, line 11The flap of the curtain'd litter, a sick man inside borne to the hospital,
  77. p. 36, line 3In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,
  78. p. 36, line 4Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game,
  79. p. 36, line 9I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time;
  80. p. 36, line 11I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl,
  81. p. 36, line 13On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand,
  82. p. 36, line 18And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him,
  83. p. 36, line 19And brought water and fill'd a tub for his sweated body and bruis'd feet,
  84. p. 36, line 20And gave him a room that enter'd from my own, and gave him some coarse clean clothes,
  85. p. 36, line 23He staid with me a week before he was recuperated and pass'd north,
  86. p. 37, line 22Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.
  87. p. 38, line 9To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing,
  88. p. 39, line 5The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections,
  89. p. 39, line 19The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with a strong arm,
  90. p. 39, line 24The farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a First-day loafe and looks at the oats and rye,
  91. p. 39, line 25The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirm'd case,
  92. p. 39, line 30What is removed drops horribly in a pail;
  93. p. 40, line 15The young sister holds out the skein while the elder sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots,
  94. p. 40, line 16The one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago borne her first child,
  95. p. 41, line 6The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries,
  96. p. 42, line 5Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
  97. p. 42, line 8A Southerner soon as a Northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable down by the Oconee I live,
  98. p. 42, line 9A Yankee bound my own way ready for trade, my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
  99. p. 42, line 10A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin leggings, a Louisianian or Georgian,
  100. p. 42, line 11A boatman over lakes or bays or along coasts, a Hoosier, Badger, Buckeye;
  101. p. 42, line 17A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfullest,
  102. p. 42, line 18A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons,
  103. p. 42, line 20A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker,
  104. p. 43, line 20I will not have a single person slighted or left away,
  105. p. 43, line 24This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,
  106. p. 44, line 2Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
  107. p. 44, line 10What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?
  108. p. 44, line 18Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel'd with doctors and calculated close,
  109. p. 44, line 20In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less,
  110. p. 44, line 26I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass,
  111. p. 45, line 1I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
  112. p. 45, line 17The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
  113. p. 45, line 19And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
  114. p. 45, line 25It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on.
  115. p. 46, line 17We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land,
  116. p. 47, line 5I find one side a balance and the antipodal side a balance,
  117. p. 47, line 10What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such a wonder,
  118. p. 47, line 11The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.
  119. p. 47, line 13And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.
  120. p. 47, line 14A word of the faith that never balks,
  121. p. 47, line 22This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches,
  122. p. 47, line 24This is the geologist, this works with the scalpel, and this is a mathematician.
  123. p. 48, line 5Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son,
  124. p. 49, line 2Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
  125. p. 49, line 28A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
  126. p. 51, line 9The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence,
  127. p. 51, line 18I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera,
  128. p. 51, line 20A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me,
  129. p. 52, line 12Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity,
  130. p. 52, line 13Flames and ether making a rush for my veins,
  131. p. 52, line 19Depriving me of my best as for a purpose,
  132. p. 52, line 25Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while,
  133. p. 52, line 26Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.
  134. p. 52, line 28They have left me helpless to a red marauder,
  135. p. 53, line 14(What is less or more than a touch?)
  136. p. 53, line 19A minute and a drop of me settle my brain,
  137. p. 53, line 21And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman,
  138. p. 53, line 22And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
  139. p. 53, line 25I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
  140. p. 53, line 26And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
  141. p. 54, line 1And the tree-toad is a chef-d'œuvre for the highest,
  142. p. 54, line 5And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
  143. p. 55, line 6A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,
  144. p. 55, line 12I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion,
  145. p. 55, line 25Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees of a new purchase,
  146. p. 55, line 27Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter,
  147. p. 55, line 28Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the otter is feeding on fish,
  148. p. 56, line 5Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with the rest,
  149. p. 56, line 20Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water,
  150. p. 56, line 25Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance,
  151. p. 56, line 26Upon a door-step, upon the horse-block of hard wood outside,
  152. p. 56, line 27Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs or a good game of base-ball,
  153. p. 57, line 2At the cider-mill tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the juice through a straw,
  154. p. 57, line 10Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near,
  155. p. 57, line 13Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds,
  156. p. 57, line 14Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out,
  157. p. 57, line 15Where burial coaches enter the arch'd gates of a cemetery,
  158. p. 58, line 2Wandering the same afternoon with my face turn'd up to the clouds, or down a lane or along the beach,
  159. p. 58, line 6By the cot in the hospital reaching lemonade to a feverish patient,
  160. p. 58, line 7Nigh the coffin'd corpse when all is still, examining with a candle;
  161. p. 58, line 11Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while,
  162. p. 58, line 22I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul,
  163. p. 58, line 26I anchor my ship for a little while only,
  164. p. 58, line 28I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.
  165. p. 59, line 10I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires,
  166. p. 59, line 19And chalk'd in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, we will not desert you;
  167. p. 59, line 27The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on,
  168. p. 60, line 11My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
  169. p. 61, line 13Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks,
  170. p. 61, line 21Not a single one over thirty years of age.
  171. p. 61, line 25Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight,
  172. p. 61, line 26A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together,
  173. p. 62, line 3A youth not seventeen years old seiz'd his assassin till two more came to release him,
  174. p. 62, line 19The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves.
  175. p. 63, line 6Not a moment's cease,
  176. p. 63, line 16The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white as a sheet,
  177. p. 63, line 24A few large stars overhead, silent and mournful shining,
  178. p. 64, line 10Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side,
  179. p. 64, line 12Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced.
  180. p. 64, line 13Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp,
  181. p. 64, line 19Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping,
  182. p. 64, line 20I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
  183. p. 64, line 23That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
  184. p. 66, line 3Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity,
  185. p. 67, line 9In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved,
  186. p. 67, line 11Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,
  187. p. 67, line 15Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,
  188. p. 67, line 17Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,
  189. p. 67, line 22Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts bagg'd out at their waists,
  190. p. 68, line 1By my life-lumps! becoming already a creator,
  191. p. 68, line 3A call in the midst of the crowd,
  192. p. 68, line 23A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming.
  193. p. 69, line 23Making a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in the circle of obis,
  194. p. 69, line 25Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and austere in the woods a gymnosophist,
  195. p. 70, line 1To the mass kneeling or the puritan's prayer rising, or sitting patiently in a pew,
  196. p. 70, line 5One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like a man leaving charges before a journey.
  197. p. 70, line 17Each who passes is consider'd, each who stops is consider'd, not a single one can it fail.
  198. p. 73, line 2He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit,
  199. p. 73, line 5If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,
  200. p. 73, line 8A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient,
  201. p. 73, line 9They are but parts, any thing is but a part.
  202. p. 73, line 16I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)
  203. p. 73, line 17My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods,
  204. p. 73, line 20I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
  205. p. 73, line 21But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
  206. p. 74, line 6This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven,
  207. p. 74, line 11Sit a while dear son,
  208. p. 74, line 13But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.
  209. p. 74, line 17Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
  210. p. 74, line 18Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
  211. p. 74, line 21He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own,
  212. p. 74, line 23The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right,
  213. p. 75, line 3Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp steel cuts,
  214. p. 75, line 4First-rate to ride, to fight, to hit the bull's eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song or play on the banjo,
  215. p. 75, line 10I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat,
  216. p. 75, line 13I swear I will never again mention love or death inside a house,
  217. p. 75, line 16The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves a key,
  218. p. 76, line 4The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment and forget where they are,
  219. p. 76, line 9And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud,
  220. p. 76, line 10And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,
  221. p. 76, line 11And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times,
  222. p. 76, line 12And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,
  223. p. 76, line 13And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe,
  224. p. 76, line 14And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
  225. p. 77, line 24I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid,
  226. p. 78, line 8(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)
  227. p. 78, line 17I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
  228. p. 80, line 4Seeking something yet unfound though I have diligently sought it many a long year,
  229. p. 81, line 11(Yet a moment O tender waiter, and I return,)
  230. p. 81, line 13From the night a moment I emerging flitting out,
  231. p. 81, line 27But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,
  232. p. 82, line 11The female soothing a child, the farmer's daughter in the garden or cow-yard,
  233. p. 82, line 21I knew a man, a common farmer, the father of five sons,
  234. p. 83, line 8He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sail'd his boat himself, he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner, he had fowling-pieces presented to him by men that loved him,
  235. p. 83, line 14To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
  236. p. 83, line 15I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.
  237. p. 83, line 19A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
  238. p. 83, line 21I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it,
  239. p. 84, line 17As I see through a mist, One with inexpressible completeness, sanity, beauty,
  240. p. 85, line 8(All is a procession,
  241. p. 85, line 9The universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.)
  242. p. 85, line 11Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight?
  243. p. 85, line 14A man's body at auction,
  244. p. 86, line 3There swells and jets a heart, there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations,
  245. p. 86, line 10A woman's body at auction,
  246. p. 86, line 13Have you ever loved the body of a woman?
  247. p. 86, line 14Have you ever loved the body of a man?
  248. p. 86, line 17And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,
  249. p. 86, line 18And in man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is more beautiful than the most beautiful face.
  250. p. 87, line 21Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,
  251. p. 88, line 6A WOMAN waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
  252. p. 89, line 13In you I wrap a thousand onward years,
  253. p. 91, line 20O to draw you to me, to plant on you for the first time the lips of a determin'd man.
  254. p. 91, line 24To find a new unthought-of nonchalance with the best of Nature!
  255. p. 92, line 3O something unprov'd! something in a trance!
  256. p. 92, line 12OUT of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
  257. p. 92, line 14I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
  258. p. 92, line 23Be not impatient—a little space—know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
  259. p. 93, line 21O why sting me for a swift moment only?
  260. p. 94, line 9I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my companions?
  261. p. 94, line 13ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
  262. p. 94, line 14Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there who detain'd me for love of me,
  263. p. 95, line 3I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,
  264. p. 96, line 15O I do not know whether many passing by will discover you or inhale your faint odor, but I believe a few will;
  265. p. 97, line 5I will sound myself and comrades only, I will never again utter a call only their call,
  266. p. 97, line 25Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
  267. p. 98, line 4Or back of a rock in the open air,
  268. p. 98, line 5(For in any roof'd room of a house I emerge not, nor in company,
  269. p. 98, line 6And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)
  270. p. 98, line 7But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any person for miles around approach unawares,
  271. p. 98, line 25Nor will the candidates for my love (unless at most a very few) prove victorious,
  272. p. 99, line 16Now along the pond-side, now wading in a little, fearing not the wet,
  273. p. 99, line 21Alone I had thought, yet soon a troop gathers around me,
  274. p. 99, line 23They the spirits of dear friends dead or alive, thicker they come, a great crowd, and I in the middle,
  275. p. 99, line 26Here, lilac, with a branch of pine,
  276. p. 100, line 1Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida as it hung trailing down,
  277. p. 100, line 2Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage,
  278. p. 100, line 7And twigs of maple and a bunch of wild orange and chestnut,
  279. p. 100, line 9These I compass'd around by a thick cloud of spirits,
  280. p. 100, line 22Not in many a hungry wish told to the skies only,
  281. p. 101, line 4That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,
  282. p. 101, line 11When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the hand,
  283. p. 101, line 18A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,
  284. p. 102, line 19WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow'd,
  285. p. 103, line 19Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
  286. p. 105, line 17Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love,
  287. p. 105, line 18And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a kiss in return,
  288. p. 105, line 21I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
  289. p. 106, line 1And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss,
  290. p. 106, line 5Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;
  291. p. 106, line 6For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,
  292. p. 106, line 7Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,
  293. p. 106, line 10You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
  294. p. 106, line 11I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
  295. p. 106, line 13You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
  296. p. 107, line 14Those with a never-quell'd audacity, those with sweet and lusty flesh clear of taint,
  297. p. 108, line 10A PROMISE to California,
  298. p. 108, line 12Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain, to teach robust American love,
  299. p. 108, line 20Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a hospital or library,
  300. p. 108, line 23But a few carols vibrating through the air I leave,
  301. p. 109, line 1A GLIMPSE through an interstice caught,
  302. p. 109, line 2Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
  303. p. 109, line 3Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
  304. p. 109, line 4A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
  305. p. 109, line 5There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
  306. p. 109, line 6A LEAF for hand in hand;
  307. p. 109, line 19I DREAM'D in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth,
  308. p. 110, line 12I believe the main purport of these States is to found a superb friendship, exaltè, previously unknown,
  309. p. 110, line 16(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return'd,
  310. p. 111, line 17THAT shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering,
  311. p. 112, line 1To one a century hence or any number of centuries hence,
  312. p. 113, line 22I see a great round wonder rolling through space,
  313. p. 117, line 11I see the cities of the earth and make myself at random a part of them,
  314. p. 117, line 12I am a real Parisian,
  315. p. 117, line 13I am a habitan of Vienna, St. Petersburg, Berlin, Constantinople,
  316. p. 123, line 9I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
  317. p. 123, line 12Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me,
  318. p. 123, line 13Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear'd it would not astonish me.
  319. p. 123, line 16Here a great personal deed has room,
  320. p. 123, line 17(Such a deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,
  321. p. 124, line 2Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him,
  322. p. 124, line 20What gives me to be free to a woman's and man's good-will? what gives them to be free to mine?
  323. p. 125, line 13However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.
  324. p. 126, line 15Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,
  325. p. 127, line 15To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.
  326. p. 128, line 8Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.
  327. p. 128, line 10Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding it goes,
  328. p. 128, line 16Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of itself,
  329. p. 128, line 22Now understand me well—it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.
  330. p. 130, line 5A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others will see them,
  331. p. 130, line 8I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence,
  332. p. 130, line 10Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,
  333. p. 130, line 14I too many and many a time cross'd the river of old,
  334. p. 132, line 15Saw many I loved in the street or ferry-boat or public assembly, yet never told them a word,
  335. p. 134, line 16A young man comes to me bearing a message from his brother,
  336. p. 135, line 13A man is a summons and challenge,
  337. p. 136, line 8Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic,
  338. p. 136, line 9And the soldiers suppose him to be a soldier, and the sailors that he has follow'd the sea,
  339. p. 136, line 15A Jew to the Jew he seems, a Russ to the Russ, usual and near, removed from none.
  340. p. 137, line 9(Not every century nor every five centuries has contain'd such a day, for all its names.)
  341. p. 138, line 11The area the eighty-third year of these States, the three and a half millions of square miles,
  342. p. 138, line 19All characters, movements, growths, a few noticed, myriads unnoticed,
  343. p. 139, line 4In a lonesome inlet a sheldrake lost from the flock, sitting on the water rocking silently,
  344. p. 140, line 3In Virginia, the planter's son returning after a long absence, joyfully welcom'd and kiss'd by the aged mulatto nurse,
  345. p. 140, line 9Children at play, or on his father's lap a young boy fallen asleep, (how his lips move! how he smiles in his sleep!)
  346. p. 140, line 10The scout riding on horseback over the plains west of the Mississippi, he ascends a knoll and sweeps his eyes around;
  347. p. 140, line 20All these States compact, every square mile of these States without excepting a particle;
  348. p. 141, line 13O lands! all so dear to me—what you are, (whatever it is,) I putting it at random in these songs, become a part of that, whatever it is,
  349. p. 142, line 4Singing the song of These, my ever-united lands—my body no more inevitably united, part to part, and made out of a thousand diverse contributions one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably united and made ONE IDENTITY;
  350. p. 142, line 14O for the dropping of raindrops in a song!
  351. p. 142, line 15O for the sunshine and motion of waves in a song!
  352. p. 142, line 17It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,
  353. p. 142, line 19O the engineer's joys! to go with a locomotive!
  354. p. 143, line 26I laugh and work with them, I joke at my work like a mettlesome young man;
  355. p. 144, line 1In winter I take my eel-basket and eel-spear and travel out on foot on the ice—I have a small axe to cut holes in the ice,
  356. p. 144, line 5Another time in warm weather out in a boat, to lift the lobster-pots where they are sunk with heavy stones, (I know the buoys,)
  357. p. 144, line 9There in a huge kettle of boiling water the lobsters shall be boil'd till their color becomes scarlet.
  358. p. 144, line 21Something far away from a puny and pious life!
  359. p. 144, line 22Something unproved! something in a trance!
  360. p. 145, line 5To feel the presence of a brave commanding officer—to feel his sympathy!
  361. p. 145, line 21I see a lance driven through his side, press'd deep, turn'd in the wound,
  362. p. 146, line 8To lead America—to quell America with a great tongue.
  363. p. 146, line 21O to bathe in the swimming-bath, or in a good place along shore,
  364. p. 146, line 26O the joy of a manly self-hood!
  365. p. 147, line 1To walk with erect carriage, a step springy and elastic,
  366. p. 147, line 2To look with calm gaze or with a flashing eye,
  367. p. 147, line 3To speak with a full and sonorous voice out of a broad chest,
  368. p. 147, line 18O while I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave,
  369. p. 147, line 19To meet life as a powerful conqueror,
  370. p. 147, line 24The beautiful touch of Death, soothing and benumbing a few moments, for reasons,
  371. p. 148, line 5To be indeed a God!
  372. p. 148, line 6O to sail to sea in a ship!
  373. p. 148, line 9To leave you O you solid motionless land, and entering a ship,
  374. p. 148, line 11O to have life henceforth a poem of new joys!
  375. p. 148, line 13To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports,
  376. p. 148, line 14A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,)
  377. p. 148, line 15A swift and swelling ship full of rich words, full of joys.
  378. p. 148, line 19Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown, helve produced from a little seed sown,
  379. p. 149, line 13The sylvan hut, the vine over the doorway, the space clear'd for a garden,
  380. p. 149, line 18The remember'd print or narrative, the voyage at a venture of men, families, goods,
  381. p. 149, line 19The disembarkation, the founding of a new city,
  382. p. 149, line 20The voyage of those who sought a New England and found it, the outset anywhere,
  383. p. 150, line 15The six framing-men, two in the middle and two at each end, carefully bearing on their shoulders a heavy stick for a cross-beam,
  384. p. 150, line 18The bricks one after another each laid so workmanlike in its place, and set with a knock of the trowel-handle,
  385. p. 150, line 21The swing of their axes on the square-hew'd log shaping it toward the shape of a mast,
  386. p. 152, line 4Do you think a great city endures?
  387. p. 152, line 5Or a teeming manufacturing state? or a prepared constitution? or the best built steamships?
  388. p. 152, line 11A great city is that which has the greatest men and women,
  389. p. 152, line 12If it be a few ragged huts it is still the greatest city in the whole world.
  390. p. 152, line 13The place where a great city stands is not the place of stretch'd wharves, docks, manufactures, deposits of produce merely,
  391. p. 153, line 13How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed!
  392. p. 153, line 14How the floridness of the materials of cities shrivels before a man's or woman's look!
  393. p. 153, line 15All waits or goes by default till a strong being appears;
  394. p. 153, line 16A strong being is the proof of the race and of the ability of the universe,
  395. p. 153, line 25A sterile landscape covers the ore, there is as good as the best for all the forbidding appearance,
  396. p. 154, line 18And leans on a ponderous axe.
  397. p. 156, line 6Ship-yards and dry-docks along the Eastern and Western seas, and in many a bay and by-place,
  398. p. 157, line 7The door he enter'd again from a long and scandalous absence, diseas'd, broken down, without innocence, without means.
  399. p. 157, line 17She too is a law of Nature—there is no law stronger than she is.
  400. p. 158, line 17For know a better, fresher, busier sphere, a wide, untried domain awaits, demands you.
  401. p. 159, line 9Jerusalem a handful of ashes blown by the wind, extinct,
  402. p. 159, line 21Making directly for this rendezvous, vigorously clearing a path for herself, striding through the confusion,
  403. p. 159, line 23Bluff'd not a bit by drain-pipe, gasometers, artificial fertilizers,
  404. p. 160, line 4I candidly confess a queer, queer race, of novel fashion,
  405. p. 160, line 18A keep for life for practical invention.
  406. p. 160, line 19As in a waking vision,
  407. p. 160, line 22Around a palace, loftier, fairer, ampler than any yet,
  408. p. 160, line 29A brood of lofty, fair, but lesser palaces shall cluster.
  409. p. 161, line 9You shall watch how the printer sets type, and learn what a composing-stick is,
  410. p. 161, line 12In large calm halls, a stately museum shall teach you the infinite lessons of minerals,
  411. p. 162, line 17I raise a voice for far superber themes for poets and for art,
  412. p. 162, line 25To cultivate a turn for carpentering, plastering, painting,
  413. p. 162, line 27To invent a little, something ingenious, to aid the washing, cooking, cleaning,
  414. p. 162, line 28And hold it no disgrace to take a hand at them themselves.
  415. p. 163, line 18Thou, also thou, a World,
  416. p. 164, line 9Like a tumult of laughter.
  417. p. 164, line 31Delicate beauty, a word to thee, (it may be salutary,)
  418. p. 165, line 6'Mid cannons' thunder-crash and many a curse and groan and yell, and rifle-volleys cracking sharp,
  419. p. 165, line 10Many a good man have I seen go under.
  420. p. 165, line 22A CALIFORNIA song,
  421. p. 165, line 23A prophecy and indirection, a thought impalpable to breathe as air,
  422. p. 165, line 24A chorus of dryads, fading, departing, or hamadryads departing,
  423. p. 165, line 25A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky,
  424. p. 165, line 26Voice of a mighty dying tree in the redwood forest dense.
  425. p. 166, line 13As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain,
  426. p. 166, line 21Perennial hardy life of me with joys 'mid rain and many a summer sun,
  427. p. 167, line 2For a superber race, they too to grandly fill their time,
  428. p. 167, line 7Then to a loftier strain,
  429. p. 168, line 24A swarming and busy race settling and organizing everywhere,
  430. p. 168, line 27Populous cities, the latest inventions, the steamers on the rivers, the railroads, with many a thrifty farm, with machinery,
  431. p. 169, line 8Fresh come, to a new world indeed, yet long prepared,
  432. p. 169, line 11To build a grander future.
  433. p. 169, line 12A SONG for occupations!
  434. p. 169, line 20A man like me and never the usual terms.
  435. p. 169, line 21Neither a servant nor a master I,
  436. p. 169, line 22I take no sooner a large price than a small price, I will have my own whoever enjoys me,
  437. p. 170, line 1If you stand at work in a shop I stand as nigh as the nighest in the same shop,
  438. p. 170, line 12(Because you are greasy or pimpled, or were once drunk, or a thief,
  439. p. 170, line 13Or that you are diseas'd, or rheumatic, or a prostitute,
  440. p. 171, line 8It is not to be put in a book, it is not in this book,
  441. p. 171, line 18And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation or bon-mot or reconnoissance,
  442. p. 171, line 19And that it is not something which by luck may turn out well for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,
  443. p. 171, line 20And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain contingency.
  444. p. 172, line 2Or to achieve yourself a position? or to fill a gentleman's leisure, or a lady's leisure?
  445. p. 172, line 3Have you reckon'd that the landscape took substance and form that it might be painted in a picture?
  446. p. 172, line 11I rate them as high as the highest—then a child born of a woman and man I rate beyond all rate.
  447. p. 173, line 13Can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking-glass? is there nothing greater or more?
  448. p. 175, line 21When a university course convinces like a slumbering woman and child convince,
  449. p. 176, line 1A SONG of the rolling earth, and of words according,
  450. p. 176, line 11I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate with theirs—my name is nothing to them,
  451. p. 176, line 13A healthy presence, a friendly or commanding gesture, are words, sayings, meanings,
  452. p. 177, line 3Conveying a sentiment and invitation, I utter and utter,
  453. p. 177, line 29Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her eyes glance back from it,
  454. p. 177, line 31Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face.
  455. p. 178, line 1Seen at hand or seen at a distance,
  456. p. 178, line 3Duly approach and pass with their companions or a companion,
  457. p. 179, line 24I become a dumb man.
  458. p. 181, line 2Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
  459. p. 181, line 8By every life a share or more or less,
  460. p. 181, line 17(As a much-tacking ship upon the sea,)
  461. p. 182, line 9Soothing each lull a strain is heard, just heard,
  462. p. 183, line 1Is it a dream?
  463. p. 183, line 3And failing it life's lore and wealth a dream,
  464. p. 183, line 4And all the world a dream.
  465. p. 183, line 22We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
  466. p. 185, line 10We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,
  467. p. 186, line 3Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
  468. p. 187, line 2From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color'd light,
  469. p. 188, line 7A GREAT year and place,
  470. p. 188, line 8A harsh discordant natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother's heart closer than any yet.
  471. p. 189, line 7O I think the east wind brings a triumphal and free march,
  472. p. 189, line 10I will yet sing a song for you ma femme.
  473. p. 189, line 12To stand the cold or heat, to take good aim with a gun, to sail a boat, to manage horses, to beget superb children,
  474. p. 190, line 1Unwitting to-day that you do not know how to speak properly a single word?)
  475. p. 190, line 6(Shall I give the heart's action as a duty?)
  476. p. 190, line 16I henceforth tread the world chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower,
  477. p. 191, line 13(A moment, a moment long it sail'd its balls of unearthly light over our heads,
  478. p. 193, line 15But I will sing you a song of what I behold Libertad.
  479. p. 193, line 19When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven-clouds canopy my city with a delicate thin haze,
  480. p. 194, line 2When the façades of the houses are alive with people, when eyes gaze riveted tens of thousands at a time,
  481. p. 194, line 18As it moves changing, a kaleidoscope divine it moves changing before us.
  482. p. 195, line 16I chant the new empire grander than any before, as in a vision it comes to me,
  483. p. 195, line 17I chant America the mistress, I chant a greater supremacy,
  484. p. 195, line 18I chant projected a thousand blooming cities yet in time on those groups of sea-islands,
  485. p. 197, line 6As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,
  486. p. 197, line 8A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,
  487. p. 197, line 12A reminiscence sing.
  488. p. 197, line 20And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never disturbing them,
  489. p. 197, line 31Till of a sudden,
  490. p. 198, line 9All night long on the prong of a moss-scallop'd stake,
  491. p. 198, line 20I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair,
  492. p. 199, line 25And do you wait a moment you husky-nois'd sea,
  493. p. 200, line 30For I, that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping, now I have heard you,
  494. p. 200, line 31Now in a moment I know what I am for, I awake,
  495. p. 200, line 32And already a thousand singers, a thousand songs, clearer, louder and more sorrowful than yours,
  496. p. 200, line 33A thousand warbling echoes have started to life within me, never to die.
  497. p. 201, line 11A word then, (for I will conquer it,)
  498. p. 202, line 22I too but signify at the utmost a little wash'd-up drift,
  499. p. 202, line 23A few sands and dead leaves to gather,
  500. p. 203, line 1I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single object, and that no man ever can,
  501. p. 203, line 12I too am but a trail of drift and debris,
  502. p. 204, line 5Musing, pondering, a breath, a briny tear, a dab of liquid or soil,
  503. p. 204, line 7A limp blossom or two, torn, just as much over waves floating, drifted at random,
  504. p. 204, line 16Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate,
  505. p. 204, line 17Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head;
  506. p. 204, line 30Now a blue point, far, far in heaven floating,
  507. p. 204, line 32(Myself a speck, a point on the world's floating vast.)
  508. p. 205, line 15ABOARD at a ship's helm,
  509. p. 205, line 16A young steersman steering with care.
  510. p. 205, line 17Through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
  511. p. 205, line 18An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves.
  512. p. 205, line 27Stands a child with her father,
  513. p. 206, line 3Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
  514. p. 206, line 5And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
  515. p. 207, line 11As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future.
  516. p. 207, line 12A vast similitude interlocks all,
  517. p. 207, line 23TO-DAY a rude brief recitative,
  518. p. 208, line 3And out of these a chant for the sailors of all nations,
  519. p. 208, line 4Fitful, like a surge.
  520. p. 208, line 16A spiritual woven signal for all nations, emblem of man elate above death,
  521. p. 208, line 20A pennant universal, subtly waving all time, o'er all brave sailors,
  522. p. 208, line 30(That in the distance! is that a wreck? is the red signal flaring?)
  523. p. 209, line 4A group of dim, weird forms, struggling, the night confronting,
  524. p. 209, line 8Below, a myriad myriad waves hastening, lifting up their necks,
  525. p. 209, line 16A motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragments,
  526. p. 209, line 19Here's a good place at the corner, I must stand and see the show.
  527. p. 210, line 3A fog follows, antiques of the same come limping,
  528. p. 210, line 5Why this is indeed a show—it has called the dead out of the earth!
  529. p. 210, line 23I will whisper it to the Mayor, he shall send a committee to England,
  530. p. 210, line 24They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the royal vault,
  531. p. 210, line 25Dig out King George's coffin, unwrap him quick from the graveclothes, box up his bones for a journey,
  532. p. 211, line 1Find a swift Yankee clipper—here is freight for you, black-bellied clipper,
  533. p. 211, line 8Clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on top of the skull.
  534. p. 211, line 10Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan—you are a made man from this day,
  535. p. 211, line 17O many a sicken'd heart!
  536. p. 211, line 22For many a promise sworn by royal lips and broken and laugh'd at in the breaking,
  537. p. 212, line 6Yet behind all lowering stealing, lo, a shape,
  538. p. 212, line 10One finger crook'd pointed high over the top, like the head of a snake appears.
  539. p. 212, line 20Not a grave of the murder'd for freedom but grows seed for freedom, in its turn to bear seed,
  540. p. 212, line 22Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,
  541. p. 213, line 3No more a flashing eye, no more a sonorous voice or springy step,
  542. p. 213, line 5A drunkard's breath, unwholesome eater's face, venerealee's flesh,
  543. p. 213, line 12Such a result so soon—and from such a beginning!
  544. p. 214, line 6Such-like, and as good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my arm and half enclose with my hand,
  545. p. 215, line 9That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
  546. p. 215, line 20I observe a famine at sea, I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill'd to preserve the lives of the rest,
  547. p. 216, line 5A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendezvous with my poems,
  548. p. 216, line 6A traveler's lodging and breakfast as I journey through the States,—why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? why to advertise for them?
  549. p. 216, line 10Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
  550. p. 216, line 12The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
  551. p. 216, line 13Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
  552. p. 216, line 15Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull,
  553. p. 216, line 16A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
  554. p. 216, line 22A sunlit pasture field with cattle and horses feeding,
  555. p. 217, line 1SILENT and amazed even when a little boy,
  556. p. 217, line 4ON a flat road runs the well-train'd runner,
  557. p. 217, line 14A MASK, a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,
  558. p. 218, line 3As a ship on the waters advancing,
  559. p. 218, line 7A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
  560. p. 218, line 14A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,
  561. p. 218, line 15Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and youths, with offerings.
  562. p. 219, line 2What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North, your arctic freezings!)
  563. p. 219, line 7FIRST O songs for a prelude,
  564. p. 219, line 10How at once with lithe limbs unwaiting a moment she sprang,
  565. p. 219, line 18Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady of this teeming and turbulent city,
  566. p. 219, line 23A shock electric, the night sustain'd it,
  567. p. 220, line 19(Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does she speak to detain him,)
  568. p. 221, line 4It's O for a manly life in the camp.
  569. p. 221, line 15Not you as some pale poetling seated at a desk lisping cadenzas piano,
  570. p. 221, line 16But as a strong man erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, carrying a rifle on your shoulder,
  571. p. 221, line 17With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands, with a knife in the belt at your side,
  572. p. 222, line 5Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
  573. p. 222, line 25FROM Paumanok starting I fly like a bird,
  574. p. 223, line 9O A new song, a free song,
  575. p. 223, line 24(As one carrying a symbol and menace far into the future,
  576. p. 225, line 15I use the wings of the land-bird and use the wings of the sea-bird, and look down as from a height,
  577. p. 225, line 26Then over all, (aye! aye!) my little and lengthen'd pennant shaped like a sword,
  578. p. 226, line 16Not for the present alone, for a thousand years chanting through you,
  579. p. 227, line 1And a pleasure new and ecstatic, and the prattled yearning of children,
  580. p. 227, line 18My hearing and tongue are come to me, (a little child taught me,)
  581. p. 228, line 7O you up there! O pennant! where you undulate like a snake hissing so curious,
  582. p. 229, line 7'Twas well, O soul—'twas a good preparation you gave me,
  583. p. 229, line 22(Yet a mournful wail and low sob I fancied I heard through the dark,
  584. p. 229, line 23In a lull of the deafening confusion.)
  585. p. 230, line 2One doubt nauseous undulating like a snake, crawl'd on the ground before me,
  586. p. 231, line 16The hill-top is nigh, but a few steps, (make room gentlemen,)
  587. p. 232, line 2Only hear that approval of hands! hear what a clapping!
  588. p. 232, line 13But a battle which I took part in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it,
  589. p. 232, line 26'Twas a bold act then—the English war-ships had just arrived,
  590. p. 232, line 29A few days more and they landed, and then the battle.
  591. p. 232, line 31A veteran force furnish'd with good artillery.
  592. p. 233, line 9Till of a sudden unlook'd for by defiles through the woods, gain'd at night,
  593. p. 233, line 19Meanwhile the British manoeuvr'd to draw us out for a pitch'd battle,
  594. p. 233, line 20But we dared not trust the chances of a pitch'd battle.
  595. p. 234, line 4But in darkness in mist on the ground under a chill rain,
  596. p. 234, line 10Silent as a ghost while they thought they were sure of him, my General retreated.
  597. p. 234, line 22I myself as connecter, as chansonnier of a great future, am now speaking.
  598. p. 235, line 5Baptized that day in many a young man's bloody wounds,
  599. p. 235, line 10A LINE in long array where they wind betwixt green islands,
  600. p. 235, line 11They take a serpentine course, their arms flash in the sun—hark to the musical clank,
  601. p. 235, line 13Behold the brown-faced men, each group, each person a picture, the negligent rest on the saddles,
  602. p. 235, line 17I SEE before me now a traveling army halting,
  603. p. 235, line 18Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer,
  604. p. 235, line 19Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high,
  605. p. 236, line 2With now the sound of a single shot snapping like a whip, and now an irregular volley,
  606. p. 236, line 9A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow—but first I note,
  607. p. 236, line 12Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving,
  608. p. 236, line 16A solemn and slow procession there as I sit on the ground,
  609. p. 236, line 18COME up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete,
  610. p. 236, line 19And come to the front door mother, here's a letter from thy dear son.
  611. p. 237, line 10O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother's soul!
  612. p. 237, line 17By the jamb of a door leans.
  613. p. 238, line 3One look I but gave which your dear eyes return'd with a look I shall never forget,
  614. p. 238, line 11But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed,
  615. p. 238, line 13Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you dearest comrade—not a tear, not a word,
  616. p. 239, line 1A MARCH in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown,
  617. p. 239, line 2A route through a heavy wood with muffled steps in the darkness,
  618. p. 239, line 4Till after midnight glimmer upon us the lights of a dim-lighted building,
  619. p. 239, line 6'Tis a large old church at the crossing roads, now an impromptu hospital,
  620. p. 239, line 7Entering but for a minute I see a sight beyond all the pictures and poems ever made,
  621. p. 239, line 11At my feet more distinctly a soldier, a mere lad, in danger of bleeding to death, (he is shot in the abdomen,)
  622. p. 239, line 12I stanch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white as a lily,)
  623. p. 239, line 22But first I bend to the dying lad, his eyes open, a half-smile gives he me,
  624. p. 240, line 1A SIGHT in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
  625. p. 240, line 13Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory;
  626. p. 240, line 18I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier;
  627. p. 240, line 20The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to lose—yet this sign left,
  628. p. 240, line 21On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave,
  629. p. 240, line 24Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life,
  630. p. 241, line 7More than I have charged myself, heeded or unheeded, to compose a march for these States,
  631. p. 241, line 8For a battle-call, rousing to arms if need be, years, centuries hence.
  632. p. 241, line 11A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me,
  633. p. 242, line 8Soldier alert I arrive after a long march cover'd with sweat and dust,
  634. p. 242, line 10Enter the captur'd works—yet lo, like a swift-running river they fade,
  635. p. 242, line 25An attendant follows holding a tray, he carries a refuse pail,
  636. p. 243, line 14I dress a wound in the side, deep, deep,
  637. p. 243, line 15But a day or two more, for see the frame all wasted and sinking,
  638. p. 243, line 18Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene, so sickening, so offensive,
  639. p. 243, line 22These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my breast a fire, a burning flame.)
  640. p. 244, line 2(Many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have cross'd and rested,
  641. p. 244, line 3Many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)
  642. p. 244, line 11Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows,
  643. p. 244, line 15Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturb'd,
  644. p. 244, line 16Give me for marriage a sweet-breath'd woman of whom I should never tire,
  645. p. 244, line 17Give me a perfect child, give me away aside from the noise of the world a rural domestic life,
  646. p. 245, line 2Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time refusing to give me up,
  647. p. 246, line 4Down a new-made double grave.
  648. p. 246, line 9I see a sad procession,
  649. p. 247, line 1OVER the carnage rose prophetic a voice,
  650. p. 247, line 8If need be a thousand shall sternly immolate themselves for one.
  651. p. 247, line 9One from Massachusetts shall be a Missourian's comrade,
  652. p. 247, line 21Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?
  653. p. 247, line 26He call'd for volunteers to run the enemy's lines, a desperate emergency,
  654. p. 247, line 27I saw a hundred and more step forth from the ranks, but two or three were selected,
  655. p. 248, line 14The chief-gunner ranges and sights his piece and selects a fuse of the right time,
  656. p. 248, line 16Elsewhere I hear the cry of a regiment charging, (the young colonel leads himself this time with brandish'd sword,)
  657. p. 248, line 19Now a strange lull for a few seconds, not a shot fired on either side,
  658. p. 248, line 21While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my ears a shout of applause, (some special success,)
  659. p. 248, line 22And ever the sound of the cannon far or near, (rousing even in dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my soul,)
  660. p. 249, line 2Grime, heat, rush, aide-de-camps galloping by or on a full run,
  661. p. 249, line 11Me master years a hundred since from my parents sunder'd,
  662. p. 249, line 12A little child, they caught me as the savage beast is caught,
  663. p. 249, line 22Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant,
  664. p. 249, line 25I have nourish'd the wounded and sooth'd many a dying soldier,
  665. p. 250, line 12Before you came to camp came many a welcome gift,
  666. p. 251, line 1For my enemy is dead; a man divine as myself is dead,
  667. p. 251, line 9I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul,
  668. p. 252, line 16What to such as you anyhow such a poet as I? therefore leave my works,
  669. p. 252, line 26But a cluster containing night's darkness and blood-dripping wounds,
  670. p. 253, line 4Spirit of many a solemn day and many a savage scene—electric spirit,
  671. p. 253, line 5That with muttering voice through the war now closed, like a tireless phantom flitted,
  672. p. 254, line 4Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis, often baffled,
  673. p. 254, line 5Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out—aye here,
  674. p. 255, line 20With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
  675. p. 256, line 1With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
  676. p. 256, line 3A sprig with its flower I break.
  677. p. 256, line 5A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.
  678. p. 256, line 8Sings by himself a song.
  679. p. 256, line 17Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
  680. p. 256, line 18Night and day journeys a coffin.
  681. p. 257, line 6For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death.
  682. p. 257, line 14Now I know what you must have meant as a month since I walk'd,
  683. p. 257, line 27But a moment I linger, for the lustrous star has detain'd me,
  684. p. 258, line 15In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river, with a wind-dapple here and there,
  685. p. 258, line 16With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, and shadows,
  686. p. 260, line 7And he sang the carol of death, and a verse for him I love.
  687. p. 260, line 23Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?
  688. p. 260, line 25I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
  689. p. 261, line 1The night in silence under many a star,
  690. p. 261, line 5Over the tree-tops I float thee a song,
  691. p. 261, line 21And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)
  692. p. 264, line 3A Phantom gigantic superb, with stern visage accosted me,
  693. p. 264, line 9A Nation announcing itself,
  694. p. 264, line 12A breed whose proof is in time and deeds,
  695. p. 264, line 14We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded,
  696. p. 264, line 25Have you thought there could be but a single supreme?
  697. p. 265, line 10I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue, questioning every one I meet,
  698. p. 265, line 12Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?
  699. p. 265, line 14These clamors wild to a race of pride I give.)
  700. p. 265, line 24A work remains, the work of surpassing all they have done.
  701. p. 266, line 4Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was fittest for its days,
  702. p. 266, line 10Here is not merely a nation but a teeming Nation of nations,
  703. p. 266, line 16Of them standing among them, one lifts to the light a west-bred face,
  704. p. 268, line 15To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth,
  705. p. 269, line 1By them all native and grand, by them alone can these States be fused into the compact organism of a Nation.
  706. p. 269, line 3That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, as the hold of the limbs of the body or the fibres of plants.
  707. p. 269, line 20He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun falling round a helpless thing,
  708. p. 270, line 1He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement,
  709. p. 270, line 24Are you he who would assume a place to teach or be a poet here in the States?
  710. p. 271, line 19Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness?—is the good old cause in it?
  711. p. 272, line 13(The proof of a poet shall be sternly deferr'd till his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorb'd it.)
  712. p. 272, line 18Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, appears on the streets,
  713. p. 272, line 24How dare you place any thing before a man?
  714. p. 273, line 2A man before all—myself, typical, before all.
  715. p. 273, line 13(Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean'd to breathe his last,
  716. p. 273, line 15To life recalling many a prostrate form;)
  717. p. 276, line 17Yet bards of latent armies, a million soldiers waiting ever-ready,
  718. p. 276, line 25Let a man seek pleasure everywhere except in himself,
  719. p. 276, line 26Let a woman seek happiness everywhere except in herself.
  720. p. 277, line 3Or many a herb-lined brook's reticulations,
  721. p. 277, line 16Currents for starting a continent new,
  722. p. 277, line 21Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatter'd sail.)
  723. p. 277, line 23A windrow-drift of weeds and shells.
  724. p. 277, line 30Infinitesimals out of my life, and many a life,
  725. p. 278, line 8Tuning a verse for thee.
  726. p. 278, line 9O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,
  727. p. 278, line 12A song to narrate thee.
  728. p. 278, line 28Thou groan'st with riches, thy wealth clothes thee as a swathing-garment,
  729. p. 278, line 30A myriad-twining life like interlacing vines binds all thy vast demesne,
  730. p. 279, line 7Dispensatress, that by a word givest a thousand miles, a million farms, and missest nothing,
  731. p. 280, line 19Harden'd of many a long campaign and sweaty march,
  732. p. 280, line 20Inured on many a hard-fought bloody field.
  733. p. 280, line 21A pause—the armies wait,
  734. p. 280, line 22A million flush'd embattled conquerors wait,
  735. p. 281, line 17And many a stately river flowing and many a jocund brook,
  736. p. 282, line 4Yet but for thee O Powerful, not a scythe might swing as now in security,
  737. p. 282, line 5Not a maize-stalk dangle as now its silken tassels in peace.
  738. p. 282, line 6Under thee only they harvest, even but a wisp of hay under thy great face only,
  739. p. 282, line 17THERE was a child went forth every day,
  740. p. 282, line 19And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,
  741. p. 283, line 15The mother with mild words, clean her cap and gown, a wholesome odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by,
  742. p. 284, line 8Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother,
  743. p. 284, line 9Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground,
  744. p. 284, line 14Yet a word ancient mother,
  745. p. 284, line 24Moves to-day in a new country.
  746. p. 284, line 27I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought,
  747. p. 285, line 9Fair, fearful wreck—tenement of a soul—itself a soul,
  748. p. 286, line 3I will run a furrow with my plough, I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath,
  749. p. 286, line 6Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!
  750. p. 286, line 29Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once a catching disease.
  751. p. 287, line 20The battle rages with many a loud alarm and frequent advance and retreat,
  752. p. 288, line 1When liberty goes out of a place it is not the first to go, nor the second or third to go,
  753. p. 288, line 23Not a mark, not a record remains—and yet all remains.
  754. p. 290, line 1All that a person does, says, thinks, is of consequence,
  755. p. 290, line 2Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day, month, any part of the direct lifetime, or the hour of death,
  756. p. 290, line 10No specification is necessary, all that a male or female does, that is vigorous, benevolent, clean, is so much profit to him or her,
  757. p. 290, line 19All offering of substance or life for the good old cause, or for a friend's sake, or opinion's sake,
  758. p. 291, line 9Without the farthest conceivable one coming a bit nearer the beginning than any.
  759. p. 292, line 2O fearful thought—a convict soul.
  760. p. 292, line 9When down a narrow aisle amid the thieves and outlaws of the land,
  761. p. 292, line 13Calmly a lady walk'd holding a little innocent child by either hand,
  762. p. 292, line 15She, first preluding with the instrument a low and musical prelude,
  763. p. 292, line 16In voice surpassing all, sang forth a quaint old hymn.
  764. p. 292, line 17A soul confined by bars and bands,
  765. p. 292, line 29Dear prison'd soul bear up a space,
  766. p. 293, line 4Depart—a God-enfranchis'd soul!
  767. p. 293, line 7Strange sea of prison faces, a thousand varied, crafty, brutal, seam'd and beauteous faces,
  768. p. 293, line 13A hush and pause fell down a wondrous minute,
  769. p. 293, line 18A wondrous minute then—but after in the solitary night, to many, many there,
  770. p. 293, line 23O fearful thought—a convict soul.
  771. p. 294, line 13O if one could but fly like a bird!
  772. p. 294, line 14O to escape, to sail forth as in a ship!
  773. p. 294, line 15To glide with thee O soul, o'er all, in all, as a ship o'er the waters;
  774. p. 294, line 21A warble for joy of lilac-time, returning in reminiscence.
  775. p. 295, line 5In one, among the city streets a laborer's home appear'd,
  776. p. 295, line 7The carpet swept and a fire in the cheerful stove.
  777. p. 295, line 9A happy painless mother birth'd a perfect child.
  778. p. 295, line 10In one, at a bounteous morning meal,
  779. p. 295, line 14Toward a tall-domed school.
  780. p. 295, line 15In one a trio beautiful,
  781. p. 295, line 18In one, along a suite of noble rooms,
  782. p. 296, line 23To you whoe'er you are—a look.
  783. p. 296, line 24A traveler of thoughts and years, of peace and war,
  784. p. 296, line 26(As the first volume of a tale perused and laid away, and this the second,
  785. p. 296, line 28Lingering a moment here and now, to you I opposite turn,
  786. p. 297, line 11After a loosen'd throat, after absorbing eras, temperaments, races, after knowledge, freedom, crimes,
  787. p. 297, line 13After these and more, it is just possible there comes to a man, a woman, the divine power to speak words;
  788. p. 299, line 17What do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways, but that man or woman is as good as God?
  789. p. 300, line 3Till then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me.
  790. p. 300, line 4I WAS looking a long while for Intentions,
  791. p. 300, line 5For a clew to the history of the past for myself, and for these chants—and now I have found it,
  792. p. 301, line 1WHY, who makes much of a miracle?
  793. p. 301, line 10Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
  794. p. 301, line 17To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
  795. p. 301, line 18Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
  796. p. 301, line 21To me the sea is a continual miracle,
  797. p. 301, line 25Withdrawn I join a group of children watching, I pause aside with them.
  798. p. 301, line 27A knife-grinder works at his wheel sharpening a great knife,
  799. p. 302, line 5Myself effusing and fluid, a phantom curiously floating, now here absorb'd and arrested,
  800. p. 302, line 6The group, (an unminded point set in a vast surrounding,)
  801. p. 302, line 14Do you not see how it would serve to have such a body and soul that when you enter the crowd an atmosphere of desire and command enters with you, and every one is impress'd with your Personality?
  802. p. 302, line 21Unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman can a man be form'd of perfect body,
  803. p. 303, line 7A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity, but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman;
  804. p. 303, line 9WHAT am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over;
  805. p. 303, line 20The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of these States;
  806. p. 304, line 2Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,
  807. p. 304, line 12It is no lesson—it lets down the bars to a good lesson,
  808. p. 304, line 20It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe moving so exactly in its orbit for ever and ever, without one jolt or the untruth of a single second,
  809. p. 304, line 22Nor plann'd and built one thing after another as an architect plans and builds a house.
  810. p. 305, line 1I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman,
  811. p. 305, line 2Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman,
  812. p. 305, line 6And pass'd from a babe in the creeping trance of a couple of summers and winters to articulate and walk—all this is equally wonderful.
  813. p. 305, line 17ON my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen's group stands watching,
  814. p. 305, line 19The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water,
  815. p. 305, line 20Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow.
  816. p. 306, line 4Beseems to-day a wreck driven by the gale, a mastless hulk,
  817. p. 306, line 13Star panting o'er a land of death, heroic land,
  818. p. 307, line 8IN a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region,
  819. p. 307, line 9Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous tamer of oxen,
  820. p. 307, line 15See you! on the farms hereabout a hundred oxen young and old, and he is the man who has tamed them,
  821. p. 307, line 18Some are buff-color'd, some mottled, one has a white line running along his back, some are brindled,
  822. p. 307, line 19Some have wide flaring horns (a good sign)—see you! the bright hides,
  823. p. 307, line 26Whom a hundred oxen love there in his life on farms,
  824. p. 308, line 7Building, equipping like a fleet of ships, immortal ships,
  825. p. 308, line 10Only a lot of boys and girls?
  826. p. 308, line 12Only a public school?
  827. p. 310, line 1IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
  828. p. 310, line 2It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
  829. p. 310, line 7A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude,
  830. p. 311, line 1A festival song,
  831. p. 311, line 2The duet of the bridegroom and the bride, a marriage-march,
  832. p. 311, line 8Hearest those shouts of a conquering army?
  833. p. 311, line 30A new composite orchestra, binder of years and climes, ten-fold renewer,
  834. p. 312, line 8Ah from a little child,
  835. p. 313, line 2By old and heavy convent walls a wailing song,
  836. p. 314, line 6A band of bayaderes.
  837. p. 314, line 15To you a new bard caroling in the West,
  838. p. 315, line 15But to a new rhythmus fitted for thee,
  839. p. 315, line 30For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?
  840. p. 316, line 1(As a projectile form'd, impell'd, passing a certain line, still keeps on,
  841. p. 316, line 23A worship new I sing,
  842. p. 317, line 22Struggles of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead,
  843. p. 317, line 26As a rivulet running, sinking now, and now again to the surface rising,
  844. p. 317, line 27A ceaseless thought, a varied train—lo, soul, to thee, thy sight, they rise,
  845. p. 318, line 22What is this earth to our affections? (unloving earth, without a throb to answer ours,
  846. p. 319, line 16The lands, geographies, dancing before you, holding a festival garland,
  847. p. 320, line 4Thyself O soul that will not brook a challenge.
  848. p. 320, line 10Gigantic, visionary, thyself a visionary,
  849. p. 320, line 12Spreading around with every look of thine a golden world,
  850. p. 320, line 20His misfortunes, calumniators, behold him a prisoner, chain'd,
  851. p. 321, line 8With laugh and many a kiss,
  852. p. 321, line 30How should I think, how breathe a single breath, how speak, if, out of myself,
  853. p. 323, line 13A BATTER'D, wreck'd old man,
  854. p. 323, line 18Venting a heavy heart.
  855. p. 324, line 10A message from the Heavens whispering to me even in sleep,
  856. p. 326, line 10I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them,
  857. p. 326, line 18I am a dance—play up there! the fit is whirling me fast!
  858. p. 326, line 24I reckon I am their boss and they make me a pet besides,
  859. p. 326, line 27Onward we move, a gay gang of blackguards! with mirth-shouting music and wild-flapping pennants of joy!
  860. p. 327, line 5I roll myself upon you as upon a bed, I resign myself to the dusk.
  861. p. 327, line 18I sit low in a straw-bottom chair and carefully darn my grandson's stockings.
  862. p. 327, line 21A shroud I see and I am the shroud, I wrap a body and lie in the coffin,
  863. p. 328, line 1I see a beautiful gigantic swimmer swimming naked through the eddies of the sea,
  864. p. 328, line 13Confused, a past-reading, another, but with darkness yet.
  865. p. 328, line 20In the morning I help pick up the dead and lay them in rows in a barn.
  866. p. 328, line 22Washington stands inside the lines, he stands on the intrench'd hills amid a crowd of officers,
  867. p. 329, line 10Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on the old homestead.
  868. p. 329, line 11A red squaw came one breakfast-time to the old homestead,
  869. p. 329, line 12On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rush-bottoming chairs,
  870. p. 329, line 19She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fireplace, she cook'd food for her,
  871. p. 329, line 23All the week she thought of her, she watch'd for her many a month,
  872. p. 329, line 24She remember'd her many a winter and many a summer,
  873. p. 330, line 1A show of the summer softness—a contact of something unseen—an amour of the light and air,
  874. p. 332, line 12I stay a while away O night, but I return to you again and love you.
  875. p. 332, line 17I will stop only a time with the night, and rise betimes,
  876. p. 333, line 11Not a day passes, not a minute or second without an accouchement,
  877. p. 333, line 12Not a day passes, not a minute or second without a corpse.
  878. p. 333, line 24But without eyesight lingers a different living and looks curiously on the corpse.
  879. p. 334, line 3(I see one building the house that serves him a few years, or seventy or eighty years at most,
  880. p. 334, line 7A reminiscence of the vulgar fate,
  881. p. 334, line 8A frequent sample of the life and death of workmen,
  882. p. 334, line 11A gray discouraged sky overhead, the short last daylight of December,
  883. p. 334, line 12A hearse and stages, the funeral of an old Broadway stage-driver, the cortege mostly drivers.
  884. p. 334, line 17A minute—no one moves or speaks—it is done,
  885. p. 334, line 19He was a good fellow, free-mouth'd, quick-temper'd, not bad-looking,
  886. p. 334, line 20Ready with life or death for a friend, fond of women, gambled, ate hearty, drank hearty,
  887. p. 334, line 21Had known what it was to be flush, grew low-spirited toward the last, sicken'd, was help'd by a contribution,
  888. p. 335, line 4The vulgar and the refined, what you call sin and what you call goodness, to think how wide a difference,
  889. p. 335, line 7Do you enjoy yourself in the city? or engaged in business? or planning a nomination and election? or with your wife and family?
  890. p. 338, line 8Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,
  891. p. 338, line 19Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,
  892. p. 338, line 23With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,
  893. p. 340, line 3Crafty, despised, a drudge, ignorant,
  894. p. 340, line 24And I found that every place was a burial-place;
  895. p. 341, line 10Earth to a chamber of mourning turns—I hear the o'erweening, mocking voice,
  896. p. 341, line 19Old age, alarm'd, uncertain—a young woman's voice, appealing to me for comfort;
  897. p. 341, line 20A young man's voice, Shall I not escape?
  898. p. 341, line 21AS if a phantom caress'd me,
  899. p. 342, line 1I NEED no assurances, I am a man who is pre-occupied of his own soul;
  900. p. 343, line 3A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of daybreak I hear,
  901. p. 343, line 4A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,
  902. p. 343, line 5A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,
  903. p. 343, line 11Or coming in, to avoid the bars and follow the channel a perfect pilot needs?
  904. p. 343, line 13Whom, in a little boat, putting off and rowing, I hailing you offer.
  905. p. 343, line 14A NOISELESS patient spider,
  906. p. 343, line 15I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
  907. p. 344, line 7FROM all the rest I single out you, having a message for you,
  908. p. 345, line 14AS I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing,
  909. p. 345, line 15To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral in mist of a wreck at sea,
  910. p. 345, line 20A huge sob—a few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—and then the women gone,
  911. p. 346, line 6With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper,
  912. p. 346, line 22A special song before I go I'd sing o'er all the rest,
  913. p. 347, line 1I'd sow a seed for thee of endless Nationality,
  914. p. 347, line 10As a strong bird on pinions free,
  915. p. 348, line 1Brain of the New World, what a task is thine,
  916. p. 348, line 26Like a limitless golden cloud filling the western sky,
  917. p. 349, line 9Ready, collected here, a freer, vast, electric world, to be constructed here,
  918. p. 350, line 13Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself,
  919. p. 350, line 14Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself.
  920. p. 351, line 1In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in disease shalt swelter,
  921. p. 351, line 15By many a throe of heat and cold convuls'd, (by these thyself solidifying,)
  922. p. 351, line 21Ten fishermen waiting—they discover a thick school of mossbonkers—they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
  923. p. 351, line 23The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
  924. p. 352, line 21Shed, shed thyself on mine and me, with but a fleeting ray out of thy million millions,
  925. p. 353, line 10The face as of a dream, the face of an immobile rock,
  926. p. 353, line 11The face withdrawn of its good and bad, a castrated face,
  927. p. 353, line 12A wild hawk, his wings clipp'd by the clipper,
  928. p. 353, line 13A stallion that yielded at last to the thongs and knife of the gelder.
  929. p. 353, line 17This now is too lamentable a face for a man,
  930. p. 353, line 20This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage,
  931. p. 353, line 22This face is a haze more chill than the arctic sea,
  932. p. 353, line 24This is a face of bitter herbs, this an emetic, they need no label,
  933. p. 354, line 6And this is some murderer's knife with a half-pull'd scabbard.
  934. p. 354, line 19And I shall look again in a score or two of ages,
  935. p. 355, line 1This face is a life-boat,
  936. p. 355, line 4This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme of all good.
  937. p. 355, line 8In each house is the ovum, it comes forth after a thousand years.
  938. p. 355, line 12This is a full-grown lily's face,
  939. p. 355, line 26Behold a woman!
  940. p. 356, line 9Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,
  941. p. 356, line 21A holy calm descends like dew upon me,
  942. p. 357, line 22Swift to thy spell a shuddering hum like distant thunder rolls,
  943. p. 358, line 12Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet,
  944. p. 358, line 17A vigor more than earth's is in thy notes,
  945. p. 358, line 20A reborn race appears—a perfect world, all joy!
  946. p. 360, line 14A Kentucky corn-field, the tall, graceful, long-leav'd corn, slender, flapping, bright green, with tassels, with beautiful ears each well-sheath'd in its husk;
  947. p. 360, line 16O to be a Virginian where I grew up! O to be a Carolinian!
  948. p. 360, line 20Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,
  949. p. 361, line 9Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week,
  950. p. 361, line 15A million people—manners free and superb—open voices—hospitality—the most courageous and friendly young men,
  951. p. 362, line 1Where has fail'd a perfect return indifferent of lies or the truth?
  952. p. 362, line 15Open but still a secret, the real of the real, an illusion,
  953. p. 363, line 10Rich as a sunset on the Norway coast, the sky, the islands, and the cliffs,
  954. p. 363, line 24And who possesses a perfect and enamour'd body? for I do not believe any one possesses a more perfect or enamour'd body than mine,
  955. p. 364, line 3(For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes, the old, the incessant war?)
  956. p. 364, line 13Of a calm and cool fiat sooner or later, (how impassive! how certain and final!)
  957. p. 365, line 10Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come,
  958. p. 365, line 22(A glimpse as of thy Mother's face Columbia,
  959. p. 365, line 23A flash significant as of a sword,
  960. p. 366, line 4Thou hast given us a sure proof, the glimpse of thyself,
  961. p. 366, line 20Haply to-day a mournful wail, haply a trumpet-note for heroes.
  962. p. 367, line 3From unsuspected parts a fierce and momentary proof,
  963. p. 367, line 6Breaks forth a lightning flash.
  964. p. 367, line 8I erewhile saw, with erect head, pressing ever in front, bearing a bright sword in thy hand,
  965. p. 367, line 10(I bring no dirge for it or thee, I bring a glad triumphal sonnet,)
  966. p. 367, line 12After thy many battles in which never yielding up a gun or a color,
  967. p. 367, line 13Leaving behind thee a memory sweet to soldiers,
  968. p. 367, line 15IN midnight sleep of many a face of anguish,
  969. p. 367, line 20Of skies so beauteous after a storm, and at night the moon so unearthly bright,
  970. p. 367, line 24Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure, or away from the fallen,
  971. p. 369, line 10I see the ships, (they will last a few years,)
  972. p. 369, line 15Like a grand procession to music of distant bugles pouring, triumphantly moving, and grander heaving in sight,
  973. p. 370, line 1AS the time draws nigh glooming a cloud,
  974. p. 370, line 2A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me.
  975. p. 370, line 16A stupendous trio all issuing forth against the idea of caste;
  976. p. 370, line 23Never was average man, his soul, more energetic, more like a God,
  977. p. 371, line 8The earth, restive, confronts a new era, perhaps a general divine war,
  978. p. 371, line 17As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought,
  979. p. 372, line 5Nor the long roll alarming the camp, nor even the muffled beat for a burial,
  980. p. 372, line 27Give me exhaustless, make me a fountain,
  981. p. 372, line 28That I exhale love from me wherever I go like a moist perennial dew,
  982. p. 373, line 10How society waits unform'd, and is for a while between things ended and things begun,
  983. p. 373, line 19Of what a few years will show there in Nebraska, Colorado, Nevada, and the rest,
  984. p. 374, line 8Of a free and original life there, of simple diet and clean and sweet blood,
  985. p. 376, line 21I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs,
  986. p. 376, line 22And set a tombstone here.
  987. p. 376, line 25Devises houses and lands to his children, bequeaths stocks, goods, funds for a school or hospital,
  988. p. 377, line 17Which holding in trust for me faithfully back again give me many a year hence,
  989. p. 377, line 24When as order'd forward, after a long march,
  990. p. 378, line 2And a word provided for countersign, careful for safety,
  991. p. 378, line 8With a mystic army, (is it too order'd forward? is it too only halt ing awhile,
  992. p. 378, line 25Those heart-beats of a Nation in the night,
  993. p. 379, line 1AS they draw to a close,
  994. p. 379, line 4Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them,
  995. p. 379, line 6Of many an aspiration fond, of many a dream and plan;
  996. p. 379, line 7Through Space and Time fused in a chant, and the flowing eternal identity,
  997. p. 380, line 15When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb persons,
  998. p. 381, line 1I announce that the identity of these States is a single identity only,
  999. p. 381, line 6I announce a man or woman coming, perhaps you are the one, (So long!)
  1000. p. 381, line 8I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold,
  1001. p. 381, line 11I announce a race of splendid and savage old men.
  1002. p. 381, line 20Swiftly on, but a little while alighting,
  1003. p. 381, line 28So I pass, a little time vocal, visible, contrary,
  1004. p. 382, line 1Afterward a melodious echo, passionately bent for, (death making me really undying,)
  1005. p. 382, line 4Is there a single final farewell?
  1006. p. 382, line 8Who touches this touches a man,
  1007. p. 384, line 6[…] Paumanok, 385 From Montauk Point, 385 To Those Who've Fail'd, 385 A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine, 386 The Bravest Soldiers, 386 A Font of Type […]
  1008. p. 384, line 8[…] Fail'd, 385 A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine, 386 The Bravest Soldiers, 386 A Font of Type, 386 As I Sit Writing Here, 386 My Canary […]
  1009. p. 384, line 59[…] the Past Forgetting, 399 The Dying Veteran, 400 Stronger Lessons, 400 A Prairie Sunset, 400 Twenty Years, 401 Orange Buds by Mail From Florida […]
  1010. p. 385, line 3A rocky founded island—shores where ever gayly dash the coming, going, hurrying sea waves.
  1011. p. 385, line 17To many a lofty song and picture without recognition—I'd rear a laurel-cover'd monument,
  1012. p. 386, line 1A carol closing sixty-nine—a résumé—a repetition,
  1013. p. 387, line 20A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
  1014. p. 388, line 1The appointed winners in a long-stretch'd game;
  1015. p. 388, line 11To-day, from each and all, a breath of prayer—a pulse of thought,
  1016. p. 388, line 23As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree,
  1017. p. 389, line 2A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why,
  1018. p. 389, line 4Again 'tis just at morning—a heavy haze contends with daybreak,
  1019. p. 389, line 23Holding the universe with all its parts as one—as sailing in a ship?
  1020. p. 390, line 3With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies,
  1021. p. 390, line 4Many a muffled confession—many a sob and whisper'd word,
  1022. p. 390, line 8Love's unresponse—a chorus of age's complaints—hope's last words,
  1023. p. 390, line 25Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.
  1024. p. 391, line 5By any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the whole a nothing,
  1025. p. 391, line 20The countless snow-flakes falling—(a swordless conflict,
  1026. p. 392, line 9Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears—a lack from all eternity in thy content,
  1027. p. 392, line 13Some vast heart, like a planet's, chain'd and chafing in those breakers,
  1028. p. 392, line 19A phantom in the night thy confidant for once,)
  1029. p. 392, line 23Thou tellest to a kindred soul.
  1030. p. 392, line 27Fought out through wrath, fears, dark dismays, and many a long suspense;
  1031. p. 393, line 9Product of Nature's sun, stars, earth direct—a towering human form,
  1032. p. 393, line 10In hunting-shirt of film, arm'd with the rifle, a half-ironical smile curving its phantom lips,
  1033. p. 393, line 21Wherever sails a ship, or house is built on land, or day or night,
  1034. p. 394, line 3E'en the profoundest chill, as now—a torpid pulse, a brain unnerv'd,
  1035. p. 395, line 3(Had been a sailor all his life—was nearly 90—lived with his married grandchild, Jenny;
  1036. p. 395, line 4House on a hill, with view of bay at hand, and distant cape, and stretch to open sea;)
  1037. p. 395, line 5The last of afternoons, the evening hours, for many a year his regular custom,
  1038. p. 395, line 25From these, for these, with these, a hurried line, dead tenor,
  1039. p. 395, line 26A wafted autumn leaf, dropt in the closing grave, the shovel'd earth,
  1040. p. 396, line 11A song, a poem of itself—the word itself a dirge,
  1041. p. 396, line 14Yonnondio—I see, far in the west or north, a limitless ravine, with plains and mountains dark,
  1042. p. 396, line 21A muffled sonorous sound, a wailing word is borne through the air for a moment,
  1043. p. 397, line 2(Now buried in an English grave—and this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,)
  1044. p. 397, line 9Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest—namely, One's- Self—a simple, separate person. That, for the use of the New World, I sing.
  1045. p. 397, line 16Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck,
  1046. p. 398, line 20For braver, stronger, more devoted men—(a special laurel ere I go, to life's war's chosen ones,
  1047. p. 398, line 23Thanks—joyful thanks!—a soldier's, traveler's thanks.
  1048. p. 399, line 12Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt—A little while,
  1049. p. 399, line 13And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and growth—a thousand forms shall rise
  1050. p. 400, line 3I cast a reminiscence—(likely 'twill offend you,
  1051. p. 400, line 4I heard it in my boyhood;)—More than a generation since,
  1052. p. 400, line 5A queer old savage man, a fighter under Washington himself,
  1053. p. 401, line 1Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new-comer chatting:
  1054. p. 401, line 6(Yes, he comes back to lay in port for good—to settle—has a well-fill'd purse—no spot will do but this;)
  1055. p. 401, line 13A lesser proof than old Voltaire's, yet greater,
  1056. p. 401, line 16Brought safely for a thousand miles o'er land and tide,
  1057. p. 401, line 19A bunch of orange buds by mail from Florida.
  1058. p. 401, line 22A haze—nirwana—rest and night—oblivion.
  1059. p. 402, line 14Thy true condolence breathest, sendest out o'er many a salt sea mile,
  1060. p. 402, line 15Mourning a good old man—a faithful shepherd, patriot.
  1061. p. 402, line 21Lift high a kindled brand for thee, Old Poet.
  1062. p. 403, line 7(Trains of a staggering line in many a strange procession, waggons,
  1063. p. 403, line 20After a week of physical anguish,
  1064. p. 403, line 22Toward the ending day a calm and lull comes on,
  1065. p. 404, line 10As a friend from friends his final withdrawal prolonging,
  1066. p. 404, line 14A far-stretching journey awaits him, to return no more,)
  1067. p. 404, line 17Something to eke out a minute additional—shadows of nightfall deepening,
  1068. p. 406, line 23[…] Interpolation Sounds, 413. To the Sunset Breeze, 414. (406) Old Chants, 414. A Christmas Greeting, 415. Sounds of the Winter, 415. A Twilight Song, 416. When […]
  1069. p. 406, line 25[…] Chants, 414. A Christmas Greeting, 415. Sounds of the Winter, 415. A Twilight Song, 416. When the Full-grown Poet Came, 416. Osceola, 417. A Voice […]
  1070. p. 406, line 29[…] Twilight Song, 416. When the Full-grown Poet Came, 416. Osceola, 417. A Voice from Death, 417. A Persian Lesson, 418. The Commonplace, 419. "The Rounded […]
  1071. p. 406, line 30[…] Full-grown Poet Came, 416. Osceola, 417. A Voice from Death, 417. A Persian Lesson, 418. The Commonplace, 419. "The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete," 419. Mirages […]
  1072. p. 407, line 5[…] tags and fringe-dots (maybe specks, stains,) as follow a long dusty journey, and witness it afterward? I have probably […]
  1073. p. 408, line 6[…] his gray-blurr'd old shell... .... . .... (Reader, you must allow a little fun here—for one reason there are too many […]
  1074. p. 408, line 10[…] old as I am I feel to-day almost a part of some frolicsome wave, or for sporting yet like a kid or kitten—probably a streak of physical adjustment and […]
  1075. p. 408, line 11[…] sporting yet like a kid or kitten—probably a streak of physical adjustment and perfection here and now. I […]
  1076. p. 408, line 14Then behind all, the deep-down consolation (it is a glum one, but I dare not be sorry for the […]
  1077. p. 408, line 31[…] reader, this whole book is indeed finally but a reminiscent memorial from thence by me to you […]
  1078. p. 409, line 15GOOD-BYE* my fancy—(I had a word to say,
  1079. p. 410, line 6A strange eclaircissement of all the masses past, the eastern world, the ancient, medieval,
  1080. p. 410, line 7Here, here from wanderings, strayings, lessons, wars, defeats—here at the west a voice triumphant—justifying all,
  1081. p. 410, line 8A gladsome pealing cry—a song for once of utmost pride and satisfaction;
  1082. p. 410, line 18As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or haply after battle,
  1083. p. 410, line 21A VAGUE mist hanging 'round half the pages:
  1084. p. 411, line 30[…] out with the tide and the sunset," was a phrase I heard from a surgeon describing an old sailor's […]
  1085. p. 411, line 31[…] the sunset," was a phrase I heard from a surgeon describing an old sailor's death under peculiarly gentle conditions […]
  1086. p. 411, line 38[…] get some ease, and would like to talk a little, or be talk'd to. Intellectual and emotional natures would […]
  1087. p. 411, line 40[…] to have better effect when given then, and a lulling atmosphere would pervade the wards […]
  1088. p. 412, line 3But we 'll make race a-time upon the seas—a battle-contest yet! bear lively there!
  1089. p. 412, line 21A mystic cipher waits infolded.
  1090. p. 412, line 22AFTER a long, long course, hundreds of years, denials,
  1091. p. 413, line 40[…] by any nation on earth. That they possess'd a rank and file ahead of all other known in points […]
  1092. p. 415, line 12Thou! pausing a moment, drooping thine eyes upon them, blent with their music,
  1093. p. 415, line 16A loving hand—a smile from the north—a sunny instant hail!
  1094. p. 415, line 21The true lesson of a nation's light in the sky,
  1095. p. 415, line 25Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain
  1096. p. 415, line 28Children's and women's tones—rhythm of many a farmer and of flail,
  1097. p. 416, line 11A special verse for you—a flash of duty long neglected—your mystic roll strangely gather'd here,
  1098. p. 416, line 13Henceforth to be, deep, deep within my heart recording, for many a future year,
  1099. p. 417, line 6Put the scalp-knife carefully in his belt—then lying down, resting a moment,
  1100. p. 417, line 10(And here a line in memory of his name and death.)
  1101. p. 417, line 11A VOICE from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power,
  1102. p. 417, line 16A suffering woman saved—a baby safely born!)
  1103. p. 417, line 19I too a minister of Deity.
  1104. p. 418, line 6A day—a passing moment or an hour—America itself bends low,
  1105. p. 418, line 14And from within a thought and lesson yet.
  1106. p. 418, line 29On the slope of a teeming Persian rose-garden,
  1107. p. 422, line 6Now for my last—let me look back a moment;
  1108. p. 425, line 12[…] road. After completing, as it were, the journey—(a varied jaunt of years, with many halts and gaps of […]
  1109. p. 425, line 16[…] seem'd certainly going down—yet reaching port in a sufficient way through all discomfitures at last)—After completing my […]
  1110. p. 425, line 31[…] lives the song, though Regnar dies")—That from a worldly and business point of view "Leaves of Grass " has […]
  1111. p. 425, line 32[…] view "Leaves of Grass " has been worse than a failure—that public criticism on the book and myself as […]
  1112. p. 425, line 34[…] and contempt more than anything else—("I find a solid line of enemies to you everywhere,"—letter from W […]
  1113. p. 426, line 8[…] the best comfort of the whole business (after a small band of the dearest friends and upholders ever vouchsafed […]
  1114. p. 426, line 19[…] results.) In the second place, the volume is a sortie—whether to prove triumphant, and conquer its field of […]
  1115. p. 426, line 21[…] aim and escape and construction, nothing less than a hundred years from now can fully answer. I consider the […]
  1116. p. 426, line 23[…] consider the point that I have positively gain'd a hearing, to far more than make up for any and […]
  1117. p. 426, line 30After continued personal ambition and effort, as a young fellow, to enter with the rest into competition for […]
  1118. p. 426, line 35[…] at the age of thirty-one to thirty-three, with a special desire and conviction. Or rather, to be quite exact […]
  1119. p. 426, line 36[…] and conviction. Or rather, to be quite exact, a desire that had been flitting through my previous life, or […]
  1120. p. 426, line 40[…] itself, and finally dominated everything else. This was a feeling or ambition to articulate and faithfully express in literary […]
  1121. p. 427, line 1[…] that Personality, identified with place and date, in a far more candid and comprehensive sense than any hitherto poem […]
  1122. p. 427, line 6[…] of Grass " is, or seeks to be, simply a faithful and doubtless self-will'd record. In the midst of all […]
  1123. p. 427, line 20For grounds for " Leaves of Grass," as a poem, I abandon'd the conventional themes, which do not appear […]
  1124. p. 427, line 38[…] one of the current English magazines, the lines, "A few weeks ago an eminent French critic said that, owing […]
  1125. p. 427, line 41[…] years." But I anticipate the very contrary. Only a firmer, vastly broader, new area begins to exist—nay, is […]
  1126. p. 428, line 19My Book and I—what a period we have presumed to span! those thirty years from […]
  1127. p. 428, line 22[…] period in its own spirit to worthily waft a few live breaths of it to the future […]
  1128. p. 428, line 27[…] those terms are indispensable, and we all give a sufficiently accurate meaning to them, in my opinion no definition […]
  1129. p. 429, line 9[…] reason for being, so "Leaves of Grass," before a line was written, presupposed something different from any other, and […]
  1130. p. 429, line 23[…] to-day and here. It almost seems as if a poetry with cosmic and dynamic features of magnitude and limitlessness […]
  1131. p. 429, line 25[…] were never possible before. It is certain that a poetry of absolute faith and equality for the use of […]
  1132. p. 429, line 27In estimating first-class song, a sufficient Nationality, or, on the other hand, what may be […]
  1133. p. 429, line 30[…] not always, the first element. One needs only a little penetration to see, at more or less removes, the […]
  1134. p. 430, line 20[…] said that there is even towards all those a subjective and contemporary point of view appropriate to ourselves alone […]
  1135. p. 430, line 27[…] if for no other) there must imperatively come a readjustment of the whole theory and nature of Poetry? The […]
  1136. p. 430, line 31[…] thought of our day and Republic conceive of a birth and spirit of song superior to anything past or […]
  1137. p. 430, line 40[…] that precedes or opposes them—is not either a radical advance and step forward, or a new verteber of […]
  1138. p. 430, line 41[…] either a radical advance and step forward, or a new verteber of the best song indispensable […]
  1139. p. 431, line 12[…] words and debits remain; some acrid considerations demand a hearing. Of the great poems receiv'd from abroad and from […]
  1140. p. 431, line 17[…] Is there one whose underlying basis is not a denial and insult to democracy? What a comment it forms […]
  1141. p. 431, line 18[…] not a denial and insult to democracy? What a comment it forms, anyhow, on this era of literary fulfilment […]
  1142. p. 432, line 28[…] my sixteenth year I had become possessor of a stout, well-cramm'd one thousand page octavo volume (I have it […]
  1143. p. 432, line 34[…] falls, I used to go off, sometimes for a week at a stretch, down in the country, or to Long Island's seashores […]
  1144. p. 433, line 10[…] of Orient, northeast end of Long Island, in a shelter'd hollow of rocks and sand, with the sea on […]
  1145. p. 433, line 23[…] day) there can be no such thing as a long poem. The same thought had been haunting my mind […]
  1146. p. 433, line 32[…] which all should return from straying however far a distance, must be an identical body and soul, a personality […]
  1147. p. 433, line 33[…] distance, must be an identical body and soul, a personality—which personality, after many considerations and ponderings I deliberately […]
  1148. p. 433, line 40[…] almost positively would have come to naught,) if a sudden, vast, terrible, direct and indirect stimulus for new and […]
  1149. p. 433, line 43[…] certain, I say, that, although I had made a start before, only from the occurrence of the Secession War […]
  1150. p. 434, line 26[…] is Comradeship as for all lands, and in a more commanding and acknowledg'd sense than hitherto. Other word-signs would […]
  1151. p. 434, line 32[…] faith report these things? Up to how recent a date is the song carried? What the equipment, and special […]
  1152. p. 434, line 42[…] manliness, religiousness, and give him good heart as a radical possession and habit. The educated world seems to have […]
  1153. p. 435, line 5[…] American individuality, though certain to come, and on a large scale, the distinctive and ideal type of Western character […]
  1154. p. 435, line 12[…] and assist it—not only because that is a great lesson in Nature, amid all her generalizing laws, but […]
  1155. p. 435, line 16[…] and permit it to be more or less a motif of nearly all my verse. I think this pride […]
  1156. p. 435, line 22[…] conform, bring in stragglers, and reduce everything to a dead level. While the ambitious thought of my song is […]
  1157. p. 435, line 23[…] my song is to help the forming of a great aggregate Nation, it is, perhaps, altogether through the forming […]
  1158. p. 435, line 27[…] are equality's and fraternity's doctrines and popular education, a certain liability accompanies them all, as we see. That primal […]
  1159. p. 436, line 16[…] and all are sought to be lifted into a different light and atmosphere. Of this feature, intentionally palpable in […]
  1160. p. 436, line 17[…] and atmosphere. Of this feature, intentionally palpable in a few lines, I shall only say the espousing principle of […]
  1161. p. 436, line 21[…] has become, in my opinion, imperative to achieve a shifted attitude from superior men and women towards the thought […]
  1162. p. 436, line 23[…] an element in character, personality, the emotions, and a theme in literature. I am not going to argue the […]
  1163. p. 436, line 26[…] its relations, bearings, significance—like the clef of a symphony. At last analogy the lines I allude to, and […]
  1164. p. 436, line 36[…] place of that "heroic nudity" * on which only a genuine diagnosis of serious cases can be built. And in […]
  1165. p. 437, line 1[…] Then still a purpose enclosing all, and over and beneath all. Ever since […]
  1166. p. 437, line 3[…] began in my youthful mind, I had had a desire to attempt some worthy record of that entire faith […]
  1167. p. 437, line 8[…] do now in my old ones; to formulate a poem whose every thought or fact should directly or indirectly […]
  1168. p. 437, line 14[…] or argue it out, I fully believe in a clue and purpose in Nature, entire and several; and that […]
  1169. p. 437, line 35[…] the minds of men. But my volume is a candidate for the future. "All original art," says Taine, anyhow […]
  1170. p. 437, line 38[…] it from elsewhere—lives on its own blood "—a solace to my frequent bruises and sulky vanity […]
  1171. p. 437, line 42[…] further help to extract the following anecdote from a book, "Annals of Old Painters," conn'd by me in youth […]
  1172. p. 437, line 44[…] through the galleries of old convents, came across a singular work. After looking at it thoughtfully for a good while, and listening to the criticisms of his suite […]
  1173. p. 438, line 6[…] painted anything but this one picture, which is a personal affair—a piece out of a man's life […]
  1174. p. 438, line 7[…] is a personal affair—a piece out of a man's life […]
  1175. p. 438, line 10[…] an attempt, from first to last, to put a Person, a human being (myself, in the latter half of the Nineteenth […]
  1176. p. 438, line 15[…] on "Leaves of Grass " distinctively as literature, or a specimen thereof, that I feel to dwell, or advance claims […]
  1177. p. 438, line 17[…] my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or attempt at such performance, or as aiming […]
  1178. p. 438, line 20[…] or people or circumstances ever existed so needing a race of singers and poems differing from all others, and […]
  1179. p. 438, line 36[…] the Homeric or Biblical canticles) the result of a national spirit, and not the privilege of a polish'd and […]
  1180. p. 438, line 37[…] a national spirit, and not the privilege of a polish'd and select few; Second, that the strongest and sweetest […]