Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “dead”

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  1. p. 14, line 20And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?
  2. p. 20, line 18Dead poets, philosophs, priests,
  3. 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,
  4. p. 33, line 25I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,
  5. p. 41, line 23The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time,
  6. p. 43, line 11I beat and pound for the dead,
  7. p. 56, line 22Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below;
  8. p. 60, line 21Distant and dead resuscitate,
  9. p. 61, line 26A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together,
  10. p. 63, line 18The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curl'd whiskers,
  11. p. 81, line 21And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
  12. p. 90, line 13The dead leaf whirling its spiral whirl and falling still and content to the ground,
  13. p. 98, line 6And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)
  14. p. 99, line 23They the spirits of dear friends dead or alive, thicker they come, a great crowd, and I in the middle,
  15. p. 100, line 25Not in sounded and resounded words, chattering words, echoes, dead words,
  16. p. 116, line 15I see them raised high with stones by the marge of restless oceans, that the dead men's spirits when they wearied of their quiet graves might rise up through the mounds and gaze on the tossing billows, and be refresh'd by storms, immensity, liberty, action.
  17. p. 122, line 7From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.
  18. p. 143, line 7I hear the alarm at dead of night,
  19. p. 151, line 29And the dead advance as much as the living advance,
  20. p. 154, line 15Served not the living only then as now, but served the dead.
  21. p. 154, line 23Ghosts of dead lords, uncrown'd ladies, impeach'd ministers, rejected kings,
  22. p. 156, line 12The coffin-shape for the dead to lie within in his shroud,
  23. p. 159, line 7Calliope's call forever closed, Clio, Melpomene, Thalia dead,
  24. p. 184, line 22With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill'd,
  25. p. 194, line 20Lithe and silent the Hindoo appears, the Asiatic continent itself appears, the past, the dead,
  26. p. 202, line 23A few sands and dead leaves to gather,
  27. p. 203, line 28(See, from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last,
  28. p. 210, line 5Why this is indeed a show—it has called the dead out of the earth!
  29. p. 210, line 18Is this hour with the living too dead for you?
  30. p. 216, line 20And the vast all that is call'd Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead.
  31. p. 219, line 21At dead of night, at news from the south,
  32. p. 222, line 23Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,
  33. p. 235, line 9Stands forever the camp of that dead brigade.
  34. p. 237, line 22While they stand at home at the door he is dead already,
  35. p. 237, line 23The only son is dead.
  36. p. 237, line 29To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son.
  37. p. 239, line 14Faces, varieties, postures beyond description, most in obscurity, some of them dead,
  38. p. 240, line 15Dead and divine and brother of all, and here again he lies.
  39. p. 241, line 20To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead;)
  40. p. 250, line 18On the dead on their backs with arms toss'd wide,
  41. p. 251, line 1For my enemy is dead; a man divine as myself is dead,
  42. p. 252, line 27And psalms of the dead.
  43. p. 258, line 1O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?
  44. p. 260, line 27When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead,
  45. p. 262, line 17Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well,
  46. p. 262, line 28Fallen cold and dead.
  47. p. 263, line 6You've fallen cold and dead.
  48. p. 263, line 14Fallen cold and dead.
  49. p. 264, line 2As I mused of these warlike days and of peace return'd, and the dead that return no more,
  50. p. 268, line 15To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth,
  51. p. 280, line 3Should the dead intrude?
  52. p. 280, line 4Ah the dead to me mar not, they fit well in Nature,
  53. p. 284, line 18It was an illusion, the son you love was not really dead,
  54. p. 284, line 19The Lord is not dead, he is risen again young and strong in another country,
  55. p. 284, line 27I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought,
  56. p. 285, line 12Dead house of love—house of madness and sin, crumbled, crush'd,
  57. p. 285, line 13House of life, erewhile talking and laughing—but ah, poor house, dead even then,
  58. p. 285, line 14Months, years, an echoing, garnish'd house—but dead, dead, dead.
  59. p. 285, line 24Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour dead?
  60. p. 286, line 18The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata of sour dead.
  61. p. 291, line 18Divides not the righteous from the unrighteous or the living from the dead,
  62. p. 308, line 14(As George Fox rais'd his warning cry, "Is it this pile of brick and mortar, these dead floors, windows, rails, you call the church?
  63. p. 317, line 22Struggles of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead,
  64. p. 324, line 20Haply the lifeless cross I know, Europe's dead cross, may bud and blossom there.
  65. p. 328, line 20In the morning I help pick up the dead and lay them in rows in a barn.
  66. p. 340, line 21OF him I love day and night I dream'd I heard he was dead,
  67. p. 340, line 26The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were as full of the dead as of the living,
  68. p. 341, line 1And fuller, O vastly fuller of the dead than of the living;
  69. p. 341, line 5And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied,
  70. p. 344, line 4O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;)
  71. p. 346, line 16The words the Dead I write,
  72. p. 346, line 17For living are the Dead,
  73. p. 348, line 5By vision, hand, conception, on the background of the mighty past, the dead,
  74. p. 348, line 7And yet thou living present brain, heir of the dead, the Old World brain,
  75. p. 356, line 12Some dead composer, haply thy pensive life
  76. p. 357, line 2Ladies and cavaliers long dead, barons are in their castle halls, the troubadours are singing,
  77. p. 362, line 26Or strangely in the coffin'd dead,
  78. p. 367, line 17Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide,
  79. p. 372, line 10I chant this chant of my silent soul in the name of all dead soldiers.
  80. p. 372, line 17But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead with their silent eyes.
  81. p. 372, line 22Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers,
  82. p. 372, line 29For the ashes of all dead soldiers South or North.
  83. p. 377, line 6PENSIVE on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All,
  84. p. 377, line 16My dead absorb or South or North—my young men's bodies absorb, and their precious precious blood,
  85. p. 377, line 21O years and graves! O air and soil! O my dead, an aroma sweet!
  86. p. 382, line 25I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.
  87. p. 384, line 41[…] Final Lilt of Songs, 394 Old Salt Kossabone, 395 The Dead Tenor, 395 Continuities, 396 Yonnondio, 396 Life, 396 "Going Somewhere," 397 Small the Theme of […]
  88. p. 384, line 68[…] of Me, 402 Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone, 402 The Dead Emperor, 402 As the Greek's Signal Flame, 402 The Dismantled Ship, 403 Now […]
  89. p. 391, line 2The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead,
  90. p. 393, line 12Ah, not this marble, dead and cold:
  91. p. 395, line 12"She's free—she's on her destination "—these the last words—when Jenny came, he sat there dead,
  92. p. 395, line 25From these, for these, with these, a hurried line, dead tenor,
  93. p. 399, line 14From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves.
  94. p. 399, line 24Lay on the graves of all dead soldiers, North or South,
  95. p. 401, line 5How changed the place—all the old land-marks gone—the parents dead;
  96. p. 411, line 6Is the odor exhaled? Are the colors, vitalities, dead?
  97. p. 411, line 11It is not yet dead to me, nor even pallid.
  98. p. 411, line 44[…] experience on the fields cover'd with fallen or dead […]
  99. p. 413, line 36[…] bright. One consideration rising out of the now dead soldier's example as it passes my mind, is worth taking […]
  100. p. 416, line 5Of gather'd dead from all America, North, South, East, West, whence they came up,
  101. p. 418, line 4Then after burying, mourning the dead,
  102. p. 435, line 22[…] bring in stragglers, and reduce everything to a dead level. While the ambitious thought of my song is to […]