Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 10, line 1(Yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last,) the field the world,
  2. p. 10, line 5IN cabin'd ships at sea,
  3. p. 10, line 10She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night,
  4. p. 10, line 12In full rapport at last.
  5. p. 12, line 11Ever the summit and the merge at last, (to surely start again,)
  6. p. 14, line 3Thy yearning amply fed at last, prepared to meet,
  7. p. 14, line 11But from the whole resulting, rising at last and floating,
  8. p. 15, line 1HOW they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,)
  9. p. 16, line 6ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
  10. p. 17, line 7The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
  11. p. 17, line 8The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
  12. p. 17, line 10The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
  13. p. 19, line 5And heard at dawn the unrivall'd one, the hermit thrush from the swamp-cedars,
  14. p. 20, line 14I sat studying at the feet of the great masters,
  15. p. 23, line 24Warblings under the sun, usher'd as now, or at noon, or setting,
  16. p. 24, line 4I have paus'd to hear him near at hand inflating his throat and joyfully singing.
  17. p. 24, line 9Democracy! near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and joyfully singing.
  18. p. 25, line 7Because having look'd at the objects of the universe, I find there is no one nor any particle of one but has reference to the soul.
  19. p. 26, line 19O all and each well-loved by me! my intrepid nations! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love!
  20. p. 28, line 18See, mechanics busy at their benches with tools—see from among them superior judges, philosophs, Presidents, emerge, drest in working dresses,
  21. p. 28, line 20Hear the loud echoes of my songs there—read the hints come at last.
  22. p. 28, line 21O camerado close! O you and me at last, and us two only.
  23. p. 29, line 10I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
  24. p. 29, line 16Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
  25. p. 29, line 17I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
  26. p. 30, line 12Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
  27. p. 30, line 15You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,
  28. p. 31, line 15As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread,
  29. p. 31, line 17Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes,
  30. p. 32, line 11Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.
  31. p. 34, line 6And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
  32. p. 36, line 2Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee,
  33. p. 36, line 7My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
  34. p. 36, line 24I had him sit next me at table, my fire-lock lean'd in the corner.
  35. p. 37, line 19The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market,
  36. p. 39, line 2The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats,
  37. p. 39, line 22The deacons are ordain'd with cross'd hands at the altar,
  38. p. 39, line 24The farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a First-day loafe and looks at the oats and rye,
  39. p. 39, line 25The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirm'd case,
  40. p. 39, line 27The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
  41. p. 40, line 1The quadroon girl is sold at the auction-stand, the drunkard nods by the bar-room stove,
  42. p. 40, line 19The canal boy trots on the tow-path, the book-keeper counts at his desk, the shoemaker waxes his thread,
  43. p. 41, line 4The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other,
  44. p. 41, line 5(Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you;)
  45. p. 41, line 20Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great-grandsons around them,
  46. p. 42, line 12At home on Kanadian snow-shoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland,
  47. p. 42, line 13At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
  48. p. 42, line 14At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine, or the Texan ranch,
  49. p. 45, line 1I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
  50. p. 45, line 13I laugh at what you call dissolution,
  51. p. 48, line 12And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
  52. p. 49, line 28A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
  53. p. 50, line 1Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding,
  54. p. 50, line 21I underlying causes to balance them at last,
  55. p. 51, line 7Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals,
  56. p. 51, line 13The slow march play'd at the head of the association marching two and two,
  57. p. 52, line 2At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,
  58. p. 52, line 23They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the edges of me,
  59. p. 54, line 21I stand and look at them long and long.
  60. p. 55, line 15Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess'd at,
  61. p. 55, line 27Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter,
  62. p. 56, line 23Where the dense-starr'd flag is borne at the head of the regiments,
  63. p. 57, line 1At he-festivals, with blackguard gibes, ironical license, bull-dances, drinking, laughter,
  64. p. 57, line 2At the cider-mill tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the juice through a straw,
  65. p. 57, line 3At apple-peelings wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find,
  66. p. 57, line 4At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings;
  67. p. 57, line 17Where the yellow-crown'd heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs,
  68. p. 57, line 27Pleas'd with the earnest words of the sweating Methodist preacher, impress'd seriously at the camp-meeting;
  69. p. 58, line 1Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass,
  70. p. 58, line 4Coming home with the silent and dark-cheek'd bush-boy, (behind me he rides at the drape of the day,)
  71. p. 58, line 11Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while,
  72. p. 58, line 20I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product,
  73. p. 58, line 21And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green.
  74. p. 59, line 1I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest,
  75. p. 59, line 21How he saved the drifting company at last,
  76. p. 60, line 3I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs,
  77. p. 61, line 11The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo,)
  78. p. 61, line 26A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together,
  79. p. 62, line 5At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies;
  80. p. 62, line 16On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.
  81. p. 62, line 17Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark,
  82. p. 62, line 18Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported,
  83. p. 64, line 4In at the conquer'd doors they crowd! I am possess'd!
  84. p. 64, line 9It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.
  85. p. 64, line 13Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp,
  86. p. 65, line 24Earth! you seem to look for something at my hands,
  87. p. 67, line 5Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,
  88. p. 67, line 21By the mechanic's wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for every person born,
  89. p. 67, line 22Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts bagg'd out at their waists,
  90. p. 70, line 11Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers,
  91. p. 70, line 20Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again,
  92. p. 72, line 16Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night,
  93. p. 72, line 25I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems,
  94. p. 74, line 6This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven,
  95. p. 75, line 9My words itch at your ears till you understand them.
  96. p. 75, line 14And I swear I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her who privately stays with me in the open air.
  97. p. 75, line 22The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice,
  98. p. 76, line 17(No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.)
  99. p. 78, line 22I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
  100. p. 79, line 4Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
  101. p. 80, line 5Singing the true song of the soul fitful at random,
  102. p. 82, line 10The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,
  103. p. 82, line 13The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sundown after work,
  104. p. 82, line 19Such-like I love—I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother's breast with the little child,
  105. p. 83, line 12To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
  106. p. 85, line 1Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail he strikes soundings at last only here,
  107. p. 85, line 14A man's body at auction,
  108. p. 86, line 10A woman's body at auction,
  109. p. 89, line 5They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.
  110. p. 90, line 10Two sleepers at night lying close together as they sleep, one with an arm slanting down across and below the waist of the other,
  111. p. 90, line 20The torment, the irritable tide that will not be at rest,
  112. p. 90, line 23The young man that wakes deep at night, the hot hand seeking to repress what would master him,
  113. p. 91, line 10And this bunch pluck'd at random from myself,
  114. p. 91, line 22O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
  115. p. 92, line 24Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love.
  116. p. 92, line 25AGES and ages returning at intervals,
  117. p. 94, line 10O you shunn'd persons, I at least do not shun you,
  118. p. 94, line 21Winds of autumn, as I walk'd the woods at dusk I heard your long-stretch'd sighs up above so mournful,
  119. p. 94, line 22I heard the perfect Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing;
  120. p. 98, line 8Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or some quiet island,
  121. p. 98, line 17But these leaves conning you con at peril,
  122. p. 98, line 19They will elude you at first and still more afterward, I will certainly elude you,
  123. p. 98, line 25Nor will the candidates for my love (unless at most a very few) prove victorious,
  124. p. 98, line 27For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times and not hit, that which I hinted at;
  125. p. 100, line 15Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself,
  126. p. 100, line 20Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and wrists,
  127. p. 101, line 21At the close of his crowded course.)
  128. p. 102, line 15Who pensive away from one he lov'd often lay sleepless and dissatisfied at night,
  129. 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,
  130. p. 103, line 1But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refresh'd, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
  131. p. 103, line 6And the next came with equal joy, and with the next at evening came my friend,
  132. p. 105, line 8Not the interminable rows of your houses, nor the ships at the wharves,
  133. p. 105, line 17Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love,
  134. p. 106, line 16I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
  135. p. 111, line 18How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits,
  136. p. 113, line 13I hear the Christian priests at the altars of their churches, I hear the responsive base and soprano,
  137. p. 113, line 14I hear the cry of the Cossack, and the sailor's voice putting to sea at Okotsk,
  138. p. 114, line 9I see the Pyrenees, Balks, Carpathians, and to the north the Dofrafields, and off at sea mount Hecla,
  139. p. 115, line 2Others as comers and goers at Gibraltar or the Dardanelles,
  140. p. 115, line 7Wait at Liverpool, Glasgow, Dublin, Marseilles, Lisbon, Naples, Hamburg, Bremen, Bordeaux, the Hague, Copenhagen,
  141. p. 115, line 8Wait at Valparaiso, Rio Janeiro, Panama.
  142. p. 117, line 11I see the cities of the earth and make myself at random a part of them,
  143. p. 117, line 26I see the picturesque crowds at the fairs of Khiva and those of Herat,
  144. p. 118, line 3I see at Memphis mummy-pits containing mummies embalm'd, swathed in linen cloth, lying there many centuries,
  145. p. 118, line 30You lithe matador in the arena at Seville!
  146. p. 119, line 2You beautiful-bodied Persian at full speed in the saddle shooting arrows to the mark!
  147. p. 119, line 4You women of the earth subordinated at your tasks!
  148. p. 121, line 27You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!
  149. p. 123, line 27They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.
  150. p. 124, line 22I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times,
  151. p. 125, line 7The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
  152. p. 126, line 8You but arrive at the city to which you were destin'd, you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call'd by an irresistible call to depart,
  153. p. 126, line 19Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of children, bearers of children,
  154. p. 128, line 13Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bedroom, everywhere,
  155. p. 129, line 15The impalpable sustenance of me from all things at all hours of the day,
  156. p. 130, line 20Look'd at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the shape of my head in the sunlit water,
  157. p. 130, line 25Saw the white sails of schooners and sloops, saw the ships at anchor,
  158. p. 130, line 26The sailors at work in the rigging or out astride the spars,
  159. p. 131, line 2The flags of all nations, the falling of them at sunset,
  160. p. 131, line 20In my walks home late at night or as I lay in my bed they came upon me,
  161. p. 132, line 25Who knows, for all the distance, but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you cannot see me?
  162. p. 133, line 24Flaunt away, flags of all nations! be duly lower'd at sunset!
  163. p. 133, line 25Burn high your fires, foundry chimneys! cast black shadows at nightfall! cast red and yellow light over the tops of the houses!
  164. p. 134, line 8We receive you with free sense at last, and are insatiate henceforward,
  165. p. 135, line 20The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.
  166. p. 136, line 3He says indifferently and alike How are you friend? to the President at his levee,
  167. p. 136, line 16Whoever he looks at in the traveler's coffee-house claims him,
  168. p. 137, line 12All this time and at all times wait the words of true poems,
  169. p. 138, line 16Always these compact lands tied at the hips with the belt stringing the huge oval lakes;
  170. p. 138, line 18All sights, South, North, East—all deeds, promiscuously done at all times,
  171. p. 140, line 1There are the negroes at work in good health, the ground in all directions is cover'd with pine straw;
  172. p. 140, line 2In Tennessee and Kentucky slaves busy in the coalings, at the forge, by the furnace-blaze, or at the corn-shucking,
  173. p. 140, line 4On rivers boatmen safely moor'd at nightfall in their boats under shelter of high banks,
  174. p. 140, line 8Northward, young men of Mannahatta, the target company from an excursion returning home at evening, the musket-muzzles all bear bunches of flowers presented by women;
  175. 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!)
  176. p. 141, line 3The country boy at the close of the day driving the herd of cows and shouting to them as they loiter to browse by the roadside,
  177. p. 141, line 5The departing ships when the sailors heave at the capstan;
  178. 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,
  179. p. 142, line 1In Kanadian forests the moose, large as an ox, corner'd by hunters, rising desperately on his hind-feet, and plunging with his fore-feet, the hoofs as sharp as knives—and I, plunging at the hunters, corner'd and desperate,
  180. p. 143, line 3The exquisite smell of the earth at daybreak, and all through the forenoon.
  181. p. 143, line 7I hear the alarm at dead of night,
  182. p. 143, line 22The briny and damp smell, the shore, the salt weeds exposed at low water,
  183. p. 143, line 26I laugh and work with them, I joke at my work like a mettlesome young man;
  184. p. 144, line 19The little huts on the rafts, and the stream of smoke when they cook supper at evening.
  185. p. 145, line 28O ripen'd joy of womanhood! O happiness at last!
  186. p. 146, line 17To rise at peep of day and pass forth nimbly to work,
  187. p. 149, line 12The log at the wood-pile, the axe supported by it,
  188. p. 149, line 15The wailing and moaning at intervals, the thought of the sea,
  189. p. 149, line 18The remember'd print or narrative, the voyage at a venture of men, families, goods,
  190. p. 150, line 3The blazing fire at night, the sweet taste of supper, the talk, the bed of hemlock-boughs and the bear-skin;
  191. p. 150, line 4The house-builder at work in cities or anywhere,
  192. 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,
  193. p. 151, line 6The forger at his forge-furnace and the user of iron after him,
  194. p. 151, line 18The summons to surrender, the battering at castle gates, the truce and parley,
  195. p. 152, line 24Where the populace rise at once against the never-ending audacity of elected persons,
  196. p. 153, line 27The forge-furnace is there, the melt is accomplish'd, the hammersmen are at hand with their tongs and hammers,
  197. p. 153, line 28What always served and always serves is at hand.
  198. p. 157, line 1The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipp'd crowd, the dangling of the rope.
  199. p. 158, line 15Repeat at Jerusalem, place the notice high on Jaffa's gate and on Mount Moriah,
  200. p. 161, line 6You shall see hands at work at all the old processes and all the new ones,
  201. p. 161, line 19Your temple at Olympia.)
  202. p. 162, line 28And hold it no disgrace to take a hand at them themselves.
  203. p. 163, line 15With Victory on thy left, and at thy right hand Law;
  204. p. 164, line 4Behold, on the lakes, thy pilots at their wheels, thy oarsmen,
  205. p. 165, line 16And lives and works, what are they all at last, except the roads to faith and death?)
  206. p. 168, line 5To duly fall, to aid, unreck'd at last,
  207. p. 168, line 23At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession,
  208. p. 169, line 5The new society at last, proportionate to Nature,
  209. p. 170, line 1If you stand at work in a shop I stand as nigh as the nighest in the same shop,
  210. p. 170, line 6If you carouse at the table I carouse at the opposite side of the table,
  211. p. 174, line 1The blast-furnace and the puddling-furnace, the loup-lump at the bottom of the melt at last, the rolling-mill, the stumpy bars of pig-iron, the strong clean-shaped T-rail for railroads,
  212. p. 174, line 14Pyrotechny, letting off color'd fireworks at night, fancy figures and jets;
  213. p. 175, line 9Will you seek afar off? you surely come back at last,
  214. p. 178, line 1Seen at hand or seen at a distance,
  215. p. 178, line 18Of all able and ready at any time to give strict account,
  216. p. 185, line 2All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
  217. p. 187, line 22Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard!
  218. p. 188, line 13Was not so desperate at the battues of death—was not so shock'd at the repeated fusillades of the guns.
  219. p. 188, line 21Here too could rise at last murdering and ecstatic,
  220. p. 189, line 13To speak readily and clearly, to feel at home among common people,
  221. p. 190, line 24(I was at hand, silent I stood with teeth shut close, I watch'd,
  222. p. 192, line 8With countless years drawing themselves onward and arrived at these years,
  223. p. 193, line 20When gorgeous the countless straight stems, the forests at the wharves, thicken with colors,
  224. p. 193, line 21When every ship richly drest carries her flag at the peak,
  225. p. 194, line 2When the façades of the houses are alive with people, when eyes gaze riveted tens of thousands at a time,
  226. p. 194, line 7Comrade Americanos! to us, then at last the Orient comes.
  227. p. 195, line 2The swarming market-places, the temples with idols ranged along the sides or at the end, bonze, brahmin, and llama,
  228. p. 197, line 18And every day the he-bird to and fro near at hand,
  229. p. 197, line 37And at night under the full of the moon in calmer weather,
  230. p. 198, line 3I saw, I heard at intervals the remaining one, the he-bird,
  231. p. 200, line 21The love in the heart long pent, now loose, now at last tumultuously bursting,
  232. p. 201, line 22But edging near as privately for me rustling at my feet,
  233. p. 201, line 28With the thousand responsive songs at random,
  234. p. 202, line 22I too but signify at the utmost a little wash'd-up drift,
  235. p. 202, line 30With peals of distant ironical laughter at every word I have written,
  236. p. 203, line 3Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.
  237. p. 203, line 28(See, from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last,
  238. p. 204, line 7A limp blossom or two, torn, just as much over waves floating, drifted at random,
  239. p. 204, line 12Whoever you are, we too lie in drifts at your feet.
  240. p. 204, line 24But away at night as you fly, none looking—O then the unloosen'd ocean,
  241. p. 205, line 1Far, far at sea,
  242. p. 205, line 11At dusk that look'st on Senegal, at morn America,
  243. p. 205, line 15ABOARD at a ship's helm,
  244. p. 205, line 26ON the beach at night,
  245. p. 206, line 5And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
  246. p. 206, line 30Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves,
  247. p. 207, line 4The sperm-whale at the surface blowing air and spray, or disporting with his flukes,
  248. p. 207, line 9ON the beach at night alone,
  249. p. 209, line 19Here's a good place at the corner, I must stand and see the show.
  250. p. 210, line 15Here gape your great grandsons, their wives gaze at them from the windows,
  251. p. 211, line 13Like lightning it le'pt forth half startled at itself,
  252. p. 211, line 22For many a promise sworn by royal lips and broken and laugh'd at in the breaking,
  253. p. 214, line 8OF ownership—as if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself;
  254. p. 214, line 20Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
  255. p. 215, line 15I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done,
  256. 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,
  257. p. 218, line 12LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?
  258. p. 219, line 10How at once with lithe limbs unwaiting a moment she sprang,
  259. p. 219, line 21At dead of night, at news from the south,
  260. p. 219, line 24Till with ominous hum our hive at daybreak pour'd out its myriads.
  261. p. 220, line 12The white tents cluster in camps, the arm'd sentries around, the sunrise cannon and again at sunset,
  262. p. 221, line 15Not you as some pale poetling seated at a desk lisping cadenzas piano,
  263. p. 221, line 17With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands, with a knife in the belt at your side,
  264. p. 221, line 24Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chattanooga on the mountain top,
  265. p. 222, line 13Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,
  266. p. 223, line 16Where the banner at daybreak is flapping.
  267. p. 224, line 6And nothing at all to you it says—but look you my babe,
  268. p. 224, line 7Look at these dazzling things in the houses, and see you the money-shops opening,
  269. p. 227, line 15My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last,
  270. p. 227, line 20Insensate! insensate! (yet I at any rate chant you,) O banner!
  271. p. 231, line 28Around them at hand the well-drest friends and the women,
  272. p. 232, line 27We could watch down the lower bay where they lay at anchor,
  273. p. 233, line 9Till of a sudden unlook'd for by defiles through the woods, gain'd at night,
  274. p. 233, line 11That brigade of the youngest was cut off and at the enemy's mercy.
  275. p. 233, line 22Sallying forth we fought at several points, but in each the luck was against us,
  276. p. 234, line 11I saw him at the river-side,
  277. p. 237, line 4But now from the fields come father, come at the daughter's call,
  278. p. 237, line 13At present low, but will soon be better.
  279. p. 237, line 22While they stand at home at the door he is dead already,
  280. p. 237, line 26By day her meals untouch'd, then at night fitfully sleeping, often waking,
  281. p. 238, line 2When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,
  282. p. 238, line 6Till late in the night reliev'd to the place at last again I made my way,
  283. p. 238, line 18Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appear'd,
  284. p. 239, line 6'Tis a large old church at the crossing roads, now an impromptu hospital,
  285. 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,)
  286. p. 240, line 18I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier;
  287. p. 241, line 1Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone, or in the crowded street,
  288. p. 244, line 14Give me nights perfectly quiet as on high plateaus west of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars,
  289. p. 244, line 15Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturb'd,
  290. p. 247, line 23I SAW old General at bay,
  291. p. 248, line 3WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,
  292. p. 248, line 4And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes,
  293. p. 248, line 12All the scenes at the batteries rise in detail before me again,
  294. p. 249, line 4And bombs bursting in air, and at night the vari-color'd rockets.
  295. p. 249, line 26And at intervals waiting or in the midst of camp,
  296. p. 250, line 13Praises and presents came and nourishing food, till at last among the recruits,
  297. p. 251, line 6As the faces the masks appear, as I glance at the faces studying the masks,
  298. p. 258, line 12With the Fourth-month eve at sundown, and the gray smoke lucid and bright,
  299. p. 258, line 17And the city at hand with dwellings so dense, and stacks of chimneys,
  300. p. 261, line 21And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)
  301. p. 261, line 27They themselves were fully at rest, they suffer'd not,
  302. p. 264, line 8And death and infidelity at every step.)
  303. p. 265, line 25America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its own at all hazards,
  304. p. 271, line 4Have you consider'd the organic compact of the first day of the first year of Independence, sign'd by the Commissioners, ratified by the States, and read by Washington at the head of the army?
  305. p. 271, line 20Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians, literats, of enemies' lands?
  306. p. 274, line 2I saw you at last refuse to treat but directly with individuals.)
  307. p. 275, line 10(Democracy, while weapons were everywhere aim'd at your breast,
  308. p. 280, line 9But most in the open air as now when my soul is rapt and at peace, like pleasing phantoms,
  309. p. 281, line 7I see the heroes at other toils,
  310. p. 283, line 14The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table,
  311. p. 283, line 24Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank'd wharves, the huge crossing at the ferries,
  312. p. 283, line 25The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between,
  313. p. 284, line 11At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,
  314. p. 287, line 1Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient,
  315. p. 287, line 6It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such leavings from them at last.
  316. p. 287, line 19And stakes his life to be lost at any moment.)
  317. p. 290, line 20All pains of enthusiasts scoff'd at by their neighbors,
  318. p. 294, line 7With musical clear call at sunrise, and again at sunset,
  319. p. 295, line 10In one, at a bounteous morning meal,
  320. p. 297, line 1As on the road or at some crevice door by chance, or open'd window,
  321. p. 297, line 9For only at last after many years, after chastity, friendship, procreation, prudence, and nakedness,
  322. p. 297, line 17O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
  323. p. 298, line 13We hear the bawling and din, we are reach'd at by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side,
  324. p. 299, line 21BE composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature,
  325. p. 300, line 14OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships, and the like;
  326. p. 300, line 15(To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them, except as it results to their bodies and souls,
  327. p. 301, line 7Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
  328. p. 301, line 8Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
  329. p. 301, line 9Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
  330. p. 301, line 27A knife-grinder works at his wheel sharpening a great knife,
  331. p. 305, line 20Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow.
  332. p. 306, line 30Issuing at last in perfect power and beauty,
  333. p. 308, line 15Why this is not the church at all—the church is living, ever living souls.")
  334. p. 308, line 20WANDERING at morn,
  335. p. 309, line 15Sounds, echoes, wandering strains, as really here at home,
  336. p. 311, line 13I see and hear old harpers with their harps at Welsh festivals,
  337. p. 312, line 16The wild-fowl's notes at night as flying low migrating north or south,
  338. p. 312, line 19The lowing cattle, bleating sheep, the crowing cock at dawn.
  339. p. 313, line 5Awaking from her woes at last retriev'd Amina sings,
  340. p. 313, line 22Again, at Eleusis, home of Ceres, I see the modern Greeks dancing,
  341. p. 318, line 5Thou rondure of the world at last accomplish'd.
  342. p. 319, line 10Year at whose wide-flung door I sing!
  343. p. 320, line 3The foot of man unstay'd, the hands never at rest,
  344. p. 321, line 32Swiftly I shrivel at the thought of God,
  345. p. 321, line 33At Nature and its wonders, Time and Space and Death,
  346. p. 322, line 2Thou matest Time, smilest content at Death,
  347. p. 324, line 36Thee, Thee at least I know.
  348. p. 328, line 21Now of the older war-days, the defeat at Brooklyn,
  349. p. 329, line 4The same at last and at last when peace is declared,
  350. p. 329, line 9Now what my mother told me one day as we sat at dinner together,
  351. p. 329, line 15My mother look'd in delight and amazement at the stranger,
  352. p. 329, line 16She look'd at the freshness of her tall-borne face and full and pliant limbs,
  353. p. 334, line 3(I see one building the house that serves him a few years, or seventy or eighty years at most,
  354. p. 334, line 10Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf, posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud in the streets,
  355. p. 334, line 14The gate is pass'd, the new-dug grave is halted at, the living alight, the hearse uncloses,
  356. p. 334, line 25Good day's work, bad day's work, pet stock, mean stock, first out, last out, turning-in at night,
  357. p. 338, line 15Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil O soul.
  358. p. 338, line 23With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,
  359. p. 341, line 9Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles,
  360. p. 342, line 10I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points,
  361. p. 342, line 11I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any time, is provided for in the inherences of things,
  362. p. 342, line 17Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life, what at last finally remains?
  363. p. 343, line 4A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,
  364. p. 343, line 10WHAT ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?
  365. p. 344, line 5O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them,
  366. p. 344, line 25I walk by myself—I stand and look at the stars, which I think now I never realized before.
  367. p. 345, line 14AS I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing,
  368. p. 345, line 15To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral in mist of a wreck at sea,
  369. p. 346, line 1AT the last, tenderly,
  370. p. 350, line 26For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous peace, not war;)
  371. p. 353, line 4The face of the singing of music, the grand faces of natural lawyers and judges broad at the back-top,
  372. p. 353, line 5The faces of hunters and fishers bulged at the brows, the shaved blanch'd faces of orthodox citizens,
  373. p. 353, line 13A stallion that yielded at last to the thongs and knife of the gelder.
  374. p. 354, line 15I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum,
  375. p. 355, line 9Spots or cracks at the windows do not disturb me,
  376. p. 355, line 15Stand at my side till I lean as high as I can upon you,
  377. p. 355, line 23I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree,
  378. p. 356, line 19While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene,
  379. p. 357, line 27I see ships foundering at sea, I behold on deck and below deck the terrible tableaus.
  380. p. 358, line 2Thou melt'st my heart, my brain—thou movest, drawest, changest them at will;
  381. p. 358, line 18Marches of victory—man disenthral'd—the conqueror at last,
  382. p. 359, line 2Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, shuttling at thy sides,
  383. p. 359, line 16Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music, thy swinging lamps at night,
  384. p. 363, line 14And heaven at last for it.
  385. p. 364, line 7You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of any;)
  386. p. 364, line 14Of the President with pale face asking secretly to himself, What will the people say at last?
  387. p. 367, line 4(The sun there at the centre though conceal'd,
  388. p. 367, line 5Electric life forever at the centre,)
  389. p. 367, line 16Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,)
  390. p. 367, line 20Of skies so beauteous after a storm, and at night the moon so unearthly bright,
  391. p. 367, line 25Onward I sped at the time—but now of their forms at night,
  392. p. 368, line 1For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,
  393. p. 370, line 7Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?—and yet it is enough, O soul;
  394. p. 371, line 27Not at the head of my cavalry parading on spirited horses,
  395. p. 372, line 4Nor you drummers, neither at reveillé at dawn,
  396. p. 373, line 15And how now or at any time each serves the exquisite transition of death.
  397. p. 375, line 16How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!
  398. p. 375, line 26I too carol the sun, usher'd or at noon, or as now, setting,
  399. p. 376, line 10And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.
  400. p. 376, line 13AS at thy portals also death,
  401. p. 378, line 3Till to the call of the drummers at daybreak loudly beating the drums,
  402. p. 378, line 12Sleeping under the sunlight, sleeping under the moonlight, content and silent there at last,
  403. p. 379, line 16(Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,)
  404. p. 379, line 19The ship is clear at last, she leaps!
  405. p. 380, line 12I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all,
  406. p. 380, line 23While my pleasure is yet at the full I whisper So long!
  407. p. 381, line 19At random glancing, each as I notice absorbing,
  408. p. 384, line 22[…] Out of May's Shows Selected, 388 Halcyon Days, 388 Fancies at Navesink, 389 (The Pilot in the Mist—Had I the Choice […]
  409. 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,
  410. p. 389, line 4Again 'tis just at morning—a heavy haze contends with daybreak,
  411. p. 389, line 9To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
  412. p. 390, line 21Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling,
  413. p. 390, line 22All throbs, dilates—the farms, woods, streets of cities—workmen at work,
  414. p. 391, line 3Myself through every by-gone phase—my idle youth—old age at hand,
  415. p. 395, line 4House on a hill, with view of bay at hand, and distant cape, and stretch to open sea;)
  416. p. 395, line 10At last at nightfall strikes the breeze aright, her whole luck veering,
  417. p. 396, line 27Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced at last;
  418. p. 397, line 11Nor cease at the theme of One's-Self. I speak the word of the modern, the word En-Masse.
  419. p. 397, line 13(O friend, whoe'er you are, at last arriving hither to commence, I feel through every leaf the pressure of your hand, which I return.
  420. p. 397, line 18Enough that they've survived at all—long life's unflinching ones!
  421. p. 397, line 19Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all—in that alone,
  422. p. 399, line 22To-day, at least, contention sunk entire—peace, brotherhood uprisen;
  423. p. 403, line 4After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul'd up at last and hawser'd tight,
  424. p. 403, line 19What wretched shred e'en at the best of all!)
  425. p. 404, line 1The touch of flame—the illuminating fire—the loftiest look at last,
  426. p. 404, line 16E'en at the exit-door turning—charges superfluous calling back—e'en as he descends the steps,
  427. p. 407, line 15[…] and conclusion of my preceding clusters. Though not at all clear that, as here collated, it is worth printing […]
  428. p. 408, line 4[…] said grim and time-bang'd conch to be got at last out of inherited good spirits and primal buoyant centre-pulses […]
  429. p. 408, line 16[…] past, nor refrain from dwelling, even vaunting here at the end) that this late-years palsied old shorn and shell-fish […]
  430. p. 409, line 13That we linger'd and lagg'd—but were wafted at last, and are now here,
  431. p. 409, line 31[…] not samples of the best, which involve vitality at its full, and balance, and perfect control and scope. But […]
  432. p. 410, line 7Here, here from wanderings, strayings, lessons, wars, defeats—here at the west a voice triumphant—justifying all,
  433. p. 410, line 19To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here, with vital voice,
  434. p. 411, line 35[…] latter part of day, of punctually visiting those at that time populous wards of suffering men. Somehow (or I […]
  435. p. 411, line 39[…] talk'd to. Intellectual and emotional natures would be at their best: Deaths were always easier; medicines seem'd to have […]
  436. p. 414, line 2Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,
  437. p. 415, line 3The Cid, Roland at Roncesvalles, the Nibelungen,
  438. p. 415, line 10Darting their mighty masterful eyes forward at thee,
  439. p. 415, line 14Thou enterest at thy entrance porch.
  440. p. 419, line 3May-be at many and many-a-more removes—yet Allah, Allah, Allah is there.
  441. p. 425, line 7[…] them, or any of them, long afterwards, looking at the actualities away back past, with all their practical excitations […]
  442. p. 425, line 16[…] port in a sufficient way through all discomfitures at last)—After completing my poems, I am curious to review […]
  443. p. 425, line 18[…] review them in the light of their own (at the time unconscious, or mostly unconscious) intentions, with certain unfoldings […]
  444. p. 426, line 17[…] be, with its theory. (I think I have at least enough philosophy not to be too absolutely certain of […]
  445. p. 426, line 35[…] aims and pursuits, I found myself remaining possess'd, at the age of thirty-one to thirty-three, with a special desire […]
  446. p. 427, line 8[…] identity, ardors, observations, faiths, and thoughts, color'd hardly at all with any decided coloring from other faiths or other […]
  447. p. 427, line 17[…] taken up that challenge and made an attempt at such statements—which I certainly would not assume to do […]
  448. p. 428, line 36[…] follows unaccountable sources, and is lunar and relative at the best. There are, I know, certain controling themes that […]
  449. p. 429, line 1[…] other emotion. But, strange as it may sound at first, I will say there is something striking far deeper […]
  450. p. 429, line 31[…] One needs only a little penetration to see, at more or less removes, the material facts of their country […]
  451. p. 429, line 32[…] with the coloring of the moods of humanity at the time, and its gloomy or hopeful prospects, behind all […]
  452. p. 431, line 22[…] ages out of their arriere and darkness, or, at most, twilight dimness! What is there in those works that […]
  453. p. 431, line 32[…] eliminated from the Eastern hemisphere, and never existed at all in the Western. As authoritative types of song they […]
  454. p. 432, line 4[…] conclusions as illustrated in its pages are arrived at through the temper and inculcation of the old works as […]
  455. p. 432, line 33Later, at intervals, summers and falls, I used to go off, sometimes […]
  456. p. 432, line 34[…] used to go off, sometimes for a week at a stretch, down in the country, or to Long Island's […]
  457. p. 433, line 22[…] repaid in Poe's prose by the idea that (at any rate for our occasions, our day) there can be […]
  458. p. 434, line 17[…] I since see (though I did not then, at least not definitely) were bases and object-urgings toward those "Leaves […]
  459. p. 434, line 19[…] for the description of them as they stand at last, is the word Suggestiveness. I round and finish little […]
  460. p. 436, line 27[…] bearings, significance—like the clef of a symphony. At last analogy the lines I allude to, and the spirit […]
  461. p. 437, line 9[…] fact should directly or indirectly be or connive at an implicit belief in the wisdom, health, mystery, beauty of […]
  462. p. 437, line 40As the present is perhaps mainly an attempt at personal statement or illustration, I will allow myself as further […]
  463. p. 437, line 44[…] convents, came across a singular work. After looking at it thoughtfully for a good while, and listening to the […]
  464. p. 438, line 16[…] dwell, or advance claims. No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary […]
  465. p. 438, line 17[…] viewing them as a literary performance, or attempt at such performance, or as aiming mainly toward art or æstheticism […]