Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 9, line 17Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards?
  2. p. 12, line 20But really build eidólons.
  3. p. 13, line 10The visible but their womb of birth,
  4. p. 14, line 11But from the whole resulting, rising at last and floating,
  5. p. 14, line 30But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs.
  6. p. 16, line 5But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any.
  7. p. 17, line 24But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.
  8. p. 18, line 3But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,
  9. p. 18, line 5I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
  10. p. 18, line 6I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
  11. p. 21, line 29For who but I should understand love with all its sorrow and joy?
  12. p. 21, line 30And who but I should be the poet of comrades?
  13. p. 22, line 25But behold! such swiftly subside, burnt up for religion's sake,
  14. p. 23, line 6But there is something else very great, it makes the whole coincide,
  15. p. 24, line 7But subtle, clandestine, away beyond,
  16. p. 24, line 18And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other,
  17. p. 25, line 4But I will make poems, songs, thoughts, with reference to ensemble,
  18. p. 25, line 5And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to all days,
  19. p. 25, line 6And I will not make a poem nor the least part of a poem but has reference to the soul,
  20. 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.
  21. p. 27, line 11(I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself really to you, but what of that?
  22. p. 28, line 6These, my voice announcing—I will sleep no more but arise,
  23. p. 29, line 16Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
  24. p. 29, line 21The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
  25. p. 30, line 19But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
  26. p. 32, line 6But they are not the Me myself.
  27. p. 34, line 17(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)
  28. p. 37, line 11The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.
  29. p. 38, line 23The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close,
  30. p. 42, line 23Breathe the air but leave plenty after me,
  31. p. 44, line 7I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
  32. p. 44, line 14That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.
  33. p. 47, line 27I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.
  34. p. 50, line 25Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me,
  35. p. 51, line 1Now I will do nothing but listen,
  36. p. 54, line 9But call any thing back again when I desire it.
  37. p. 55, line 12I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion,
  38. p. 60, line 18Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy,
  39. p. 64, line 10Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side,
  40. p. 64, line 12Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced.
  41. p. 64, line 13Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp,
  42. p. 65, line 26Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot,
  43. p. 66, line 1And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
  44. p. 66, line 11You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.
  45. p. 67, line 3It is middling well as far as it goes—but is that all?
  46. p. 68, line 10Music rolls, but not from the organ,
  47. p. 68, line 11Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.
  48. p. 68, line 21Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going,
  49. p. 69, line 9But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring;
  50. p. 69, line 10This printed and bound book—but the printer and the printing-office boy?
  51. p. 69, line 11The well-taken photographs—but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?
  52. p. 69, line 12The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers?
  53. p. 69, line 13In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture—but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?
  54. p. 69, line 15The saints and sages in history—but you yourself?
  55. p. 69, line 16Sermons, creeds, theology—but the fathomless human brain,
  56. p. 70, line 16But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.
  57. p. 71, line 6The clock indicates the moment—but what does eternity indicate?
  58. p. 72, line 26And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems.
  59. p. 73, line 9They are but parts, any thing is but a part.
  60. p. 73, line 21But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
  61. p. 74, line 8And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
  62. 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.
  63. p. 74, line 23The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right,
  64. p. 75, line 19But roughs and little children better than they.
  65. p. 76, line 12And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,
  66. p. 76, line 13And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe,
  67. p. 77, line 6And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me,
  68. p. 77, line 21There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.
  69. p. 79, line 2But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
  70. p. 81, line 27But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,
  71. p. 83, line 17All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.
  72. 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,
  73. p. 88, line 4O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,
  74. p. 89, line 3I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others' sakes,
  75. p. 89, line 5They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.
  76. p. 89, line 7I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you,
  77. p. 92, line 21But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
  78. p. 93, line 3We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return,
  79. p. 93, line 19We have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy.
  80. p. 95, line 10(But where is what I started for so long ago?
  81. p. 96, line 3Resolv'd to sing no songs to-day but those of manly attachment,
  82. 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;
  83. p. 96, line 24(I am not sure but the high soul of lovers welcomes death most,)
  84. p. 97, line 18That may-be you are what it is all for, but it does not last so very long,
  85. p. 97, line 19But you will last very long.
  86. p. 97, line 23I am not what you supposed, but far different.
  87. p. 98, line 7But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any person for miles around approach unawares,
  88. p. 98, line 17But these leaves conning you con at peril,
  89. p. 99, line 13(For who but I should understand lovers and all their sorrow and joy?
  90. p. 99, line 14And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)
  91. p. 99, line 15Collecting I traverse the garden the world, but soon I pass the gates,
  92. p. 100, line 12But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve,
  93. p. 100, line 13I will give of it, but only to them that love as I myself am capable of loving.
  94. p. 101, line 3That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
  95. p. 101, line 9May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem) as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely changed points of view;
  96. p. 101, line 15But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,
  97. p. 102, line 13Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of love within him, and freely pour'd it forth,
  98. 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,
  99. p. 105, line 11Not those, but as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love,
  100. p. 105, line 25But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not,
  101. p. 107, line 2But really I am neither for nor against institutions,
  102. p. 107, line 20But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,
  103. p. 108, line 23But a few carols vibrating through the air I leave,
  104. p. 109, line 17But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me eligible to burst forth,
  105. p. 110, line 5But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends,
  106. p. 110, line 15But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is certain one way or another,
  107. p. 111, line 10Some are baffled, but that one is not—that one knows me.
  108. p. 111, line 20But among my lovers and caroling these songs,
  109. p. 112, line 6Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)
  110. p. 119, line 16And you each and everywhere whom I specify not, but include just the same!
  111. p. 121, line 21None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.
  112. p. 122, line 26Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
  113. p. 124, line 15Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
  114. p. 125, line 13However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.
  115. p. 126, line 4I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes,
  116. 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,
  117. p. 127, line 5To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,
  118. p. 127, line 6To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it,
  119. p. 127, line 7To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you, however long but it stretches and waits for you,
  120. p. 127, line 8To see no being, not God's or any, but you also go thither,
  121. p. 127, line 9To see no possession but you may possess it, enjoying all without labor or purchase, abstracting the feast yet not abstracting one particle of it,
  122. p. 127, line 22They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go,
  123. p. 127, line 23But I know that they go toward the best—toward something great.
  124. p. 128, line 17Speaking of any thing else but never of itself.
  125. p. 132, line 24Who knows but I am enjoying this?
  126. 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?
  127. p. 135, line 6Nothing for any one but what is for him, near and far are for him, the ships in the offing,
  128. p. 137, line 3The words of the singers are the hours or minutes of the light or dark, but the words of the maker of poems are the general light and dark,
  129. p. 137, line 8The singers are welcom'd, understood, appear often enough, but rare has the day been, likewise the spot, of the birth of the maker of poems, the Answerer,
  130. p. 137, line 10The singers of successive hours of centuries may have ostensible names, but the name of each of them is one of the singers,
  131. p. 137, line 14The true poets are not followers of beauty but the august masters of beauty;
  132. p. 138, line 3They prepare for death, yet are they not the finish, but rather the outset,
  133. p. 141, line 2The darting swallow, the destroyer of insects, the fall traveler southward but returning northward early in the spring,
  134. p. 142, line 8Whoever you are! how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am?
  135. p. 142, line 9How can I but as here chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States?
  136. p. 152, line 2And nothing endures but personal qualities.
  137. p. 152, line 20Where no monuments exist to heroes but in the common words and deeds,
  138. p. 154, line 15Served not the living only then as now, but served the dead.
  139. p. 158, line 1But to bring perhaps from afar what is already founded,
  140. p. 158, line 28But that she's left them all—and here?
  141. p. 159, line 26But hold—don't I forget my manners?
  142. p. 160, line 29A brood of lofty, fair, but lesser palaces shall cluster.
  143. p. 160, line 33But all the workmen of the world here to be represented.
  144. p. 161, line 16None shall be slighted, none but shall here be honor'd, help'd, exampled.
  145. p. 165, line 3But I have seen thee bunting, to tatters torn upon thy splinter'd staff,
  146. p. 166, line 14But in my soul I plainly heard.
  147. p. 166, line 18That chant of the seasons and time, chant not of the past only but the future.
  148. p. 167, line 14But come from Nature's long and harmless throes, peacefully builded thence,
  149. p. 167, line 23You hidden national will lying in your abysms, conceal'd but ever alert,
  150. p. 169, line 1But more in you than these, lands of the Western shore,
  151. p. 169, line 2(These but the means, the implements, the standing-ground,)
  152. p. 171, line 1All these I see, but nigher and farther the same I see,
  153. p. 171, line 4Not money, amours, dress, eating, erudition, but as good,
  154. p. 171, line 5I send no agent or medium, offer no representative of value, but offer the value itself.
  155. p. 175, line 8But I say that none lead to greater than these lead to.
  156. p. 175, line 12Happiness, knowledge, not in another place but this place, not for another hour but this hour,
  157. p. 178, line 4Looking from no countenances of their own, but from the countenances of those who are with them,
  158. p. 178, line 9Every day in public appearing without fail, but never twice with the same companions.
  159. p. 179, line 6And no man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or the indication of his own.
  160. p. 180, line 6But the soul is also real, it too is positive and direct,
  161. p. 180, line 17It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come in use,
  162. p. 181, line 9None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is waiting.
  163. p. 182, line 21Are not for thee, but grandeurs of thine own,
  164. p. 183, line 2Nay but the lack of it the dream,
  165. p. 186, line 16I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
  166. p. 186, line 19I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you.
  167. p. 186, line 21None has understood you, but I understand you,
  168. p. 186, line 23None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you,
  169. p. 186, line 24None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you,
  170. p. 187, line 3But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-color'd light,
  171. p. 187, line 17There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you,
  172. p. 187, line 18No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,
  173. p. 187, line 19No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.
  174. p. 189, line 1But remember the little voice that I heard wailing, and wait with perfect trust, no matter how long,
  175. p. 189, line 17But for the fibre of things and for inherent men and women.
  176. p. 189, line 19But to chisel with free stroke the heads and limbs of plenteous supreme Gods, that the States may realize them walking and talking.
  177. p. 190, line 10I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies, as I myself do,
  178. p. 190, line 15O I see life is not short, but immeasurably long,
  179. p. 190, line 25I stood very near you old man when cool and indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold;)
  180. p. 191, line 19What am I myself but one of your meteors?
  181. p. 192, line 11O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You,
  182. p. 193, line 15But I will sing you a song of what I behold Libertad.
  183. p. 195, line 22Lives, works resumed—the object I know not—but the old, the Asiatic renew'd as it must be,
  184. p. 196, line 3The box-lid is but perceptibly open'd, nevertheless the perfume pours copiously out of the whole box.
  185. p. 197, line 11Taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them,
  186. p. 198, line 15The rest might not, but I have treasur'd every note,
  187. p. 198, line 27But my love soothes not me, not me.
  188. p. 199, line 23But soft! sink low!
  189. p. 199, line 28But not altogether still, for then she might not come immediately to me.
  190. p. 200, line 12But my mate no more, no more with me!
  191. p. 201, line 22But edging near as privately for me rustling at my feet,
  192. p. 201, line 26But fuse the song of my dusky demon and brother,
  193. p. 202, line 22I too but signify at the utmost a little wash'd-up drift,
  194. p. 202, line 28But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet untouch'd, untold, altogether unreach'd,
  195. p. 203, line 12I too am but a trail of drift and debris,
  196. p. 203, line 22Endlessly cry for your castaways, but fear not, deny not me,
  197. p. 204, line 24But away at night as you fly, none looking—O then the unloosen'd ocean,
  198. p. 205, line 24But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship!
  199. p. 208, line 15But do you reserve especially for yourself and for the soul of man one flag above all the rest,
  200. p. 210, line 22But there is one thing that belongs here—shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?
  201. p. 212, line 3But the sweetness of mercy brew'd bitter destruction, and the frighten'd monarchs come back,
  202. p. 212, line 20Not a grave of the murder'd for freedom but grows seed for freedom, in its turn to bear seed,
  203. p. 212, line 23But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, counseling, cautioning.
  204. p. 213, line 14Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain,
  205. p. 214, line 10(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;)
  206. p. 217, line 9The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.
  207. p. 217, line 18OF Justice—as if Justice could be any thing but the same ample law, expounded by natural judges and saviors,
  208. p. 221, line 12But now you smile with joy exulting old Mannahatta.
  209. p. 221, line 16But as a strong man erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, carrying a rifle on your shoulder,
  210. p. 224, line 6And nothing at all to you it says—but look you my babe,
  211. p. 224, line 16But I am not the sea nor the red sun,
  212. p. 224, line 20But I am that which unseen comes and sings, sings, sings,
  213. p. 225, line 4But the well-prepared pavements behold, and mark the solid-wall'd houses.
  214. p. 226, line 9But these and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines below, are ours,
  215. p. 226, line 20But to mount up there I would like, O father dear, that banner I like,
  216. p. 226, line 25It is to gain nothing, but risk and defy every thing,
  217. p. 227, line 13But out of the night emerging for good, our voice persuasive no more,
  218. p. 228, line 2Nor machinery, vehicles, trade, nor revenues—but you as henceforth I see you,
  219. p. 228, line 12I see but you, O warlike pennant! O banner so broad, with stripes, I sing you only,
  220. p. 229, line 10Not through the mighty woods we go, but through the mightier cities,
  221. p. 230, line 8But now I no longer wait, I am fully satisfied, I am glutted,
  222. p. 231, line 7Spring up O city—not for peace alone, but be indeed yourself, warlike!
  223. p. 231, line 8Fear not—submit to no models but your own O city!
  224. p. 231, line 13In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine,
  225. p. 231, line 16The hill-top is nigh, but a few steps, (make room gentlemen,)
  226. p. 231, line 27The troops are but drilling, they are yet surrounded with smiles,
  227. p. 232, line 1But drill and parade are over, they march back to quarters,
  228. p. 232, line 3As wending the crowds now part and disperse—but we old man,
  229. p. 232, line 7But suddenly pouring about me here on every side,
  230. p. 232, line 13But a battle which I took part in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it,
  231. p. 233, line 2But one brigade early in the forenoon order'd forward to engage the red-coats,
  232. p. 233, line 15But O from the hills how the cannon were thinning and thinning them!
  233. p. 233, line 20But we dared not trust the chances of a pitch'd battle.
  234. p. 233, line 22Sallying forth we fought at several points, but in each the luck was against us,
  235. p. 234, line 4But in darkness in mist on the ground under a chill rain,
  236. p. 234, line 9But the night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing,
  237. p. 234, line 17But when my General pass'd me,
  238. p. 236, line 9A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow—but first I note,
  239. p. 237, line 4But now from the fields come father, come at the daughter's call,
  240. p. 237, line 13At present low, but will soon be better.
  241. p. 237, line 24But the mother needs to be better,
  242. p. 238, line 3One look I but gave which your dear eyes return'd with a look I shall never forget,
  243. p. 238, line 11But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed,
  244. p. 239, line 7Entering but for a minute I see a sight beyond all the pictures and poems ever made,
  245. p. 239, line 22But first I bend to the dying lad, his eyes open, a half-smile gives he me,
  246. p. 241, line 19But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself,
  247. p. 242, line 13But in silence, in dreams' projections,
  248. p. 243, line 15But a day or two more, for see the frame all wasted and sinking,
  249. p. 244, line 6But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
  250. p. 247, line 13Not the perfumes of flowers, but sweeter, and wafted beyond death.
  251. p. 247, line 27I saw a hundred and more step forth from the ranks, but two or three were selected,
  252. p. 249, line 14No further does she say, but lingering all the day,
  253. p. 250, line 4Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself,
  254. p. 250, line 14You came, taciturn, with nothing to give—we but look'd on each other,
  255. p. 252, line 26But a cluster containing night's darkness and blood-dripping wounds,
  256. p. 253, line 14Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day,
  257. p. 253, line 27Your mission is fulfill'd—but I, more warlike,
  258. p. 254, line 14But what remains remains for singers for you—wars to come are for you,
  259. p. 255, line 2And responding they answer all, (but not in words,)
  260. p. 255, line 6But the hot sun of the South is to fully ripen my songs.
  261. p. 257, line 9But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
  262. p. 257, line 27But a moment I linger, for the lustrous star has detain'd me,
  263. p. 259, line 11You only I hear—yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)
  264. p. 260, line 20And for love, sweet love—but praise! praise! praise!
  265. p. 261, line 21And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)
  266. p. 261, line 26But I saw they were not as was thought,
  267. p. 262, line 25But O heart! heart! heart!
  268. p. 263, line 12But I with mournful tread,
  269. p. 263, line 22But sing poet in our name,
  270. p. 264, line 25Have you thought there could be but a single supreme?
  271. p. 266, line 10Here is not merely a nation but a teeming Nation of nations,
  272. p. 268, line 8No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce,
  273. p. 268, line 17Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive and ever keeps vista,
  274. p. 268, line 18Others adorn the past, but you O days of the present, I adorn you,
  275. p. 268, line 24But damn that which spends itself with no thought of the stain, pains, dismay, feebleness, it is bequeathing.)
  276. p. 269, line 10Not in him but off from him things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of their full returns,
  277. p. 269, line 20He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun falling round a helpless thing,
  278. p. 272, line 9Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make but the soil of literature,
  279. p. 272, line 21Death is without emergencies here, but life is perpetual emergencies here,
  280. p. 274, line 2I saw you at last refuse to treat but directly with individuals.)
  281. p. 275, line 28I know not fruition's success, but I know that through war and crime your work goes on, and must yet go on.)
  282. p. 279, line 13But now I sing not war,
  283. p. 280, line 1But on these days of brightness,
  284. p. 280, line 9But most in the open air as now when my soul is rapt and at peace, like pleasing phantoms,
  285. p. 280, line 27But here and hence your victory.
  286. p. 282, line 4Yet but for thee O Powerful, not a scythe might swing as now in security,
  287. p. 282, line 6Under thee only they harvest, even but a wisp of hay under thy great face only,
  288. p. 285, line 5But the house alone—that wondrous house—that delicate fair house—that ruin!
  289. p. 285, line 13House of life, erewhile talking and laughing—but ah, poor house, dead even then,
  290. p. 285, line 14Months, years, an echoing, garnish'd house—but dead, dead, dead.
  291. p. 287, line 16But songs of insurrection also,
  292. p. 287, line 27But for all this Liberty has not gone out of the place, nor the infidel enter'd into full possession.
  293. p. 288, line 10But I will search carefully for it even in being foil'd,
  294. p. 288, line 13So it is—but now it seems to me, when it cannot be help'd, that defeat is great,
  295. p. 290, line 3But the same affects him or her onward afterward through the indirect lifetime.
  296. p. 290, line 8But has results beyond death as really as before death.
  297. p. 291, line 13The soul has that measureless pride which revolts from every lesson but its own.
  298. p. 291, line 15That answers the pride which refuses every lesson but its own.
  299. p. 291, line 22That he who never peril'd his life, but retains it to old age in riches and ease, has probably achiev'd nothing for himself worth mentioning,
  300. p. 293, line 18A wondrous minute then—but after in the solitary night, to many, many there,
  301. p. 294, line 13O if one could but fly like a bird!
  302. p. 294, line 19Samples and sorts not for themselves alone, but for their atmosphere,
  303. p. 294, line 25But that thou walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of brokers,
  304. p. 296, line 8But to the high seas launch, my thought, his memory.
  305. p. 298, line 6I do not sound your name, but I understand you,
  306. p. 298, line 12We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the disputers nor any thing that is asserted,
  307. 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?
  308. p. 300, line 20And often to me they are alive after what custom has served them, but nothing more,
  309. p. 301, line 2As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
  310. p. 301, line 29With measur'd tread he turns rapidly, as he presses with light but firm hand,
  311. 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;
  312. 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;
  313. p. 303, line 12Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name?
  314. p. 304, line 1Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in other globes with their suns and moons,
  315. p. 304, line 2Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,
  316. p. 304, line 5But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else,
  317. p. 305, line 5I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful,
  318. p. 309, line 5Who knows but these may be the lessons fit for you?
  319. p. 311, line 7Victoria! see'st thou in powder-smoke the banners torn but flying? the rout of the baffled?
  320. p. 311, line 32The straying thence, the separation long, but now the wandering done,
  321. p. 313, line 30But silent, strange, devout, rais'd, glowing heads, ecstatic faces.
  322. p. 314, line 19But now it seems to me sound leads o'er all the rest.)
  323. p. 315, line 15But to a new rhythmus fitted for thee,
  324. p. 315, line 30For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?
  325. p. 316, line 7But myths and fables of eld, Asia's, Africa's fables,
  326. p. 316, line 27But in God's name, and for thy sake O soul.
  327. p. 321, line 12But with the mystery of God we dare not dally.
  328. p. 321, line 34But that I, turning, call to thee O soul, thou actual Me,
  329. p. 323, line 11O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
  330. p. 328, line 12I turn but do not extricate myself,
  331. p. 328, line 13Confused, a past-reading, another, but with darkness yet.
  332. p. 328, line 18I can but rush to the surf and let it drench me and freeze upon me.
  333. p. 329, line 20She had no work to give her, but she gave her remembrance and fondness.
  334. p. 329, line 25But the red squaw never came nor was heard of there again.
  335. p. 331, line 17The diverse shall be no less diverse, but they shall flow and unite—they unite now.
  336. p. 332, line 12I stay a while away O night, but I return to you again and love you.
  337. p. 332, line 15I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her in whom I lay so long,
  338. p. 332, line 16I know not how I came of you and I know not where I go with you, but I know I came well and shall go well.
  339. p. 333, line 24But without eyesight lingers a different living and looks curiously on the corpse.
  340. p. 335, line 10But in due time you and I shall take less interest in them.
  341. p. 336, line 1It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided,
  342. p. 336, line 20But there is more account than that, there is strict account of all.
  343. p. 337, line 6If all came but to ashes of dung,
  344. p. 337, line 12Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good,
  345. p. 337, line 22I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
  346. p. 338, line 11All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,
  347. p. 339, line 11But as the seasons and gravitation, and as all the appointed days that forgive not,
  348. p. 339, line 24But my charity has no death—my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late,
  349. p. 340, line 4With sudra face and worn brow, black, but in the depths of my heart, proud as any,
  350. p. 340, line 7(Though it was thought I was baffled and dispel'd, and my wiles done, but that will never be,)
  351. p. 340, line 22And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love, but he was not in that place,
  352. p. 341, line 16I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you,
  353. p. 341, line 23But the one I thought was with me as now I walk by the shore, the one I loved that caress'd me,
  354. p. 342, line 3I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in any iota of the world,
  355. p. 342, line 12I do not think Life provides for all and for Time and Space, but I believe Heavenly Death provides for all.
  356. p. 342, line 18When shows break up what but One's-Self is sure?
  357. p. 343, line 2But now the chorus I hear and am elated,
  358. p. 343, line 9I do not think the performers know themselves—but now I think I begin to know them.
  359. p. 344, line 9I am exact and merciless, but I love you—there is no escape for you.
  360. p. 344, line 15The corpse you will leave will be but excrementitious.
  361. p. 347, line 5But leave to those to come the house itself.
  362. p. 347, line 8But greater still from what is yet to come,
  363. p. 347, line 17But an odor I'd bring as from forests of pine in Maine, or breath of an Illinois prairie,
  364. p. 348, line 9Thou carefully prepared by it so long—haply thou but unfoldest it, only maturest it,
  365. p. 348, line 12Thou but the apples, long, long, long a-growing,
  366. p. 349, line 16But I do not undertake to define thee, hardly to comprehend thee,
  367. p. 349, line 17I but thee name, thee prophesy, as now,
  368. p. 349, line 27Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but certain,
  369. p. 350, line 5But far more in these leaves and chants, thy chants, great Mother!)
  370. p. 351, line 4But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
  371. p. 352, line 21Shed, shed thyself on mine and me, with but a fleeting ray out of thy million millions,
  372. p. 354, line 2Its veins down the neck distend, its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites,
  373. p. 356, line 16Gives out to no one's ears but mine, but freely gives to mine,
  374. p. 357, line 12No other theme but love—knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.
  375. p. 357, line 20No other words but words of love, no other thought but love.
  376. p. 358, line 23War, sorrow, suffering gone—the rank earth purged—nothing but joy left!
  377. p. 361, line 21Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, and can be none, but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon itself,
  378. p. 361, line 23(This is curious and may not be realized immediately, but it must be realized,
  379. p. 362, line 7And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth—but that all is truth without exception;
  380. p. 362, line 15Open but still a secret, the real of the real, an illusion,
  381. p. 364, line 3(For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes, the old, the incessant war?)
  382. p. 365, line 14But know the work, the need goes on and shall go on, the death-envelop'd march of peace as well as war goes on,)
  383. p. 366, line 3Ah, but thou hast thyself now appear'd to us—we know thee,
  384. p. 367, line 25Onward I sped at the time—but now of their forms at night,
  385. p. 368, line 13But that in foreign lands, in all thy walks with kings,
  386. p. 368, line 28But thou that revelest here—spirit that form'd this scene,
  387. p. 369, line 13But I too announce solid things,
  388. p. 370, line 4I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long,
  389. p. 370, line 6O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this?
  390. p. 370, line 11I see not America only, not only Liberty's nation but other nations preparing,
  391. p. 371, line 6Are all nations communing? is there going to be but one heart to the globe?
  392. p. 372, line 7But aside from these and the marts of wealth and the crowded promenade,
  393. p. 372, line 12Draw close, but speak not.
  394. p. 372, line 17But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead with their silent eyes.
  395. p. 372, line 19But love is not over—and what love, O comrades!
  396. p. 373, line 7(But I see the athletes, and I see the results of the war glorious and inevitable, and they again leading to other results.)
  397. p. 376, line 27But I, my life surveying, closing,
  398. p. 377, line 8(As the last gun ceased, but the scent of the powder-smoke linger'd,)
  399. p. 378, line 18But we need not provide for outposts, nor word for the countersign,
  400. p. 379, line 24WHAT are those of the known but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
  401. p. 379, line 25And what are those of life but for Death?
  402. p. 380, line 7But now obey thy cherish'd secret wish,
  403. p. 381, line 20Swiftly on, but a little while alighting,
  404. p. 385, line 10Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,)
  405. p. 386, line 11But the bravest press'd to the front and fell, unnamed, unknown.
  406. p. 386, line 24But now from thee to me, caged bird, to feel thy joyous warble,
  407. p. 388, line 20But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm,
  408. p. 392, line 10(Naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee greatest—no less could make thee,)
  409. p. 392, line 18(Sounding, appealing to the sky's deaf ear—but now, rapport for once,
  410. p. 393, line 18(Greets the antique the hero new? 'tis but the same—the heir legitimate, continued ever,
  411. p. 394, line 8But held by sluggish floes, pack'd in the northern ice, the cumulus of years,
  412. p. 394, line 16(Could but thy flagstones, curbs, façades, tell their inimitable tales;
  413. p. 397, line 6"Life, life an endless march, an endless army, (no halt, but it is duly over,)
  414. 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;)
  415. p. 402, line 8But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future spring, some summer—bursting forth,
  416. p. 408, line 2[…] the shore-sands, helpless to move anywhere—nothing left but behave myself quiet, and while away the days yet assign'd […]
  417. p. 408, line 15[…] the deep-down consolation (it is a glum one, but I dare not be sorry for the fact of it […]
  418. p. 408, line 31[…] far-off reader, this whole book is indeed finally but a reminiscent memorial from thence by me to you […]
  419. p. 409, line 5But outset and sure entrance to the truest, best, maturest;)
  420. p. 409, line 13That we linger'd and lagg'd—but were wafted at last, and are now here,
  421. p. 409, line 16But 'tis not quite the time—The best of any man's word or say,
  422. p. 409, line 31[…] full, and balance, and perfect control and scope. But they are valuable beyond measure to confirm and endorse the […]
  423. p. 410, line 23That all these solid things are indeed but apparitions, concepts, non-realities.)
  424. p. 411, line 5But I do not forget thee. Hast thou then faded?
  425. p. 411, line 8For but last night I woke, and in that spectral ring saw thee,
  426. p. 412, line 3But we 'll make race a-time upon the seas—a battle-contest yet! bear lively there!
  427. p. 413, line 3Our sentiment wafted from many million heart-throbs, ethereal but solid,
  428. p. 413, line 41[…] quality and limitlessness of number are easily admitted. But we have, too, the eligibility of organizing, handling and officering […]
  429. p. 413, line 45[…] not only able to stand the whole world, but conquer that world united against us […]
  430. p. 416, line 18But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled, Nay, he is mine alone;
  431. p. 420, line 18But add, fuse, complete, extend—and celebrate the immortal and the good.
  432. p. 421, line 14But grander far the unseen soul of me, comprehending, endowing all those,
  433. p. 425, line 29[…] not gain'd the acceptance of my own time, but have fallen back on fond dreams of the future—anticipations […]
  434. p. 427, line 12[…] than these—another spirit and stage of evolution; but I would sing, and leave out or put in, quite […]
  435. p. 427, line 25[…] or myth, or romance, nor euphemism, nor rhyme. But the broadest average of humanity and its identities in the […]
  436. p. 427, line 41[…] would cease to be read in fifty years." But I anticipate the very contrary. Only a firmer, vastly broader […]
  437. p. 428, line 30[…] any rule or convention ever so absolutely obtain but some great exception may arise and disregard and overturn it […]
  438. p. 429, line 1[…] some fine plot, or pensive or other emotion. But, strange as it may sound at first, I will say […]
  439. p. 429, line 44[…] that to-day stand ahead in the world's reading, but dozens more, transcend (some of them immeasurably transcend) all I […]
  440. p. 430, line 1[…] transcend) all I have done, or could do. But it seem'd to me, as the objects in Nature, the […]
  441. p. 430, line 3[…] soul, involve not only their own inherent quality, but the quality, just as inherent and important, of their point […]
  442. p. 430, line 8[…] the grateful and reverent legatee of the past, but the born child of the New World—to illustrate all […]
  443. p. 430, line 15[…] overwhelmingly and well, probably never to be excell'd—but that while in such æsthetic presentation of objects, passions, plots […]
  444. p. 431, line 4[…] them indeed as indispensable studies, influences, records, comparisons. But though the dawn-dazzle of the sun of literature is in […]
  445. p. 431, line 10[…] all the hitherto ages, I am not sure but I would name those old and less old songs ferried […]
  446. p. 431, line 21[…] not our own, nor adapted to our light, but have been furnish'd by far-back ages out of their arriere […]
  447. p. 432, line 12[…] exceptional characters and affairs, which have been great; but the New World needs the poems of realities and science […]
  448. p. 433, line 22[…] has room for all—has so many mansions!) But I was repaid in Poe's prose by the idea that […]
  449. p. 433, line 25[…] same thought had been haunting my mind before, but Poe's argument, though short, work'd the sum out and proved […]
  450. p. 434, line 15But I set out with the intention also of indicating or […]
  451. p. 434, line 41[…] to depict great passions, or persons or events, but to fill him with vigorous and clean manliness, religiousness, and […]
  452. p. 435, line 13[…] lesson in Nature, amid all her generalizing laws, but as counterpoise to the leveling tendencies of Democracy—and for […]
  453. p. 435, line 33[…] and democracy appear to be endangering, perhaps eliminating. But that forms an appearance only; the reality is quite different […]
  454. p. 435, line 39[…] Shakspere inclusive can happily never again be realized—but the elements of courageous and lofty manhood are unchanged […]
  455. p. 437, line 12[…] consider'd from the point of view of all, but of each […]
  456. p. 437, line 34[…] glories, reminiscences dear to the minds of men. But my volume is a candidate for the future. "All original […]
  457. p. 438, line 6[…] belong'd to any school, or ever painted anything but this one picture, which is a personal affair—a piece […]
  458. p. 438, line 14[…] personal record in current literature that satisfied me. But it is not on "Leaves of Grass " distinctively as literature […]