Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 9, line 3Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
  2. p. 10, line 27Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea,
  3. p. 12, line 31From science and the modern still impell'd,
  4. p. 14, line 11But from the whole resulting, rising at last and floating,
  5. p. 17, line 21Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made,
  6. p. 18, line 9Expecting the main things from you.
  7. p. 18, line 14STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born,
  8. p. 18, line 19Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring,
  9. p. 18, line 21Far from the clank of crowds intervals passing rapt and happy,
  10. p. 19, line 5And heard at dawn the unrivall'd one, the hermit thrush from the swamp-cedars,
  11. p. 20, line 7Chants going forth from the centre from Kansas, and thence equidistant,
  12. p. 21, line 21And I will report all heroism from an American point of view.
  13. p. 21, line 25I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were threatening to consume me,
  14. p. 22, line 2I advance from the people in their own spirit,
  15. p. 22, line 10Who knows? they may rise from me yet, and soar above every thing.)
  16. p. 23, line 19Not he with a daily kiss onward from childhood kissing me,
  17. p. 25, line 14Carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the moment of death.
  18. p. 26, line 20I cannot be discharged from you! not from one any sooner than another!
  19. p. 27, line 6Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones from the hour they unite with the old ones,
  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. 29, line 11My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
  22. p. 29, line 12Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
  23. p. 30, line 9The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
  24. p. 30, line 16You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
  25. p. 30, line 17You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
  26. p. 31, line 10Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age,
  27. p. 31, line 18That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
  28. p. 32, line 5These come to me days and nights and go from me again,
  29. p. 32, line 7Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,
  30. p. 32, line 16Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
  31. p. 32, line 21And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
  32. p. 33, line 16It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
  33. p. 33, line 18It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps,
  34. p. 33, line 20This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
  35. p. 33, line 22Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
  36. p. 33, line 24And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
  37. p. 34, line 9And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
  38. p. 35, line 4I peeringly view them from the top.
  39. p. 35, line 26I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy,
  40. p. 36, line 7My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
  41. p. 36, line 12Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders,
  42. p. 36, line 20And gave him a room that enter'd from my own, and gave him some coarse clean clothes,
  43. p. 37, line 12The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair,
  44. p. 37, line 15It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
  45. p. 37, line 23From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements,
  46. p. 38, line 4His glance is calm and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead,
  47. p. 40, line 6Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his position, levels his piece;
  48. p. 40, line 8As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them from his saddle,
  49. p. 44, line 9How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
  50. p. 46, line 15I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,
  51. p. 48, line 7No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them,
  52. p. 48, line 9Unscrew the locks from the doors!
  53. p. 48, line 10Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!
  54. p. 49, line 3Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from,
  55. p. 50, line 6The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head,
  56. p. 50, line 24My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am,
  57. p. 51, line 24It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them,
  58. p. 52, line 15My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself,
  59. p. 56, line 3Over the sharp-peak'd farm house, with its scallop'd scum and slender shoots from the gutters,
  60. p. 56, line 13Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters;
  61. p. 58, line 5Far from the settlements studying the print of animals' feet, or the moccasin print,
  62. p. 58, line 11Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while,
  63. p. 59, line 22How the lank loose-gown'd women look'd when boated from the side of their prepared graves,
  64. p. 62, line 20The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels,
  65. p. 64, line 14My face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.
  66. p. 65, line 4Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me.
  67. p. 65, line 14Is he from the Mississippi country? Iowa, Oregon, California?
  68. p. 65, line 15The mountains? prairie-life, bush-life? or sailor from the sea?
  69. p. 65, line 20They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers,
  70. p. 67, line 22Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts bagg'd out at their waists,
  71. p. 68, line 10Music rolls, but not from the organ,
  72. p. 69, line 22Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, saluting the sun,
  73. p. 69, line 26Drinking mead from the skull-cup, to Shastas and Vedas admirant, minding the Koran,
  74. p. 69, line 27Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife, beating the serpent-skin drum,
  75. p. 71, line 24And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
  76. p. 72, line 17Crying by day Ahoy! from the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head,
  77. p. 72, line 18Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush,
  78. p. 73, line 17My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods,
  79. p. 74, line 15Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
  80. p. 75, line 7I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
  81. p. 75, line 8I follow you whoever you are from the present hour,
  82. p. 76, line 23I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name,
  83. p. 77, line 18I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night,
  84. p. 77, line 20And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.
  85. p. 78, line 24I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
  86. p. 79, line 18FROM pent-up aching rivers,
  87. p. 79, line 19From that of myself without which I were nothing,
  88. p. 79, line 20From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men,
  89. p. 79, line 21From my own voice resonant, singing the phallus,
  90. p. 80, line 2From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day,
  91. p. 80, line 3From native moments, from bashful pains, singing them,
  92. p. 80, line 16The face, the limbs, the index from head to foot, and what it arouses,
  93. p. 80, line 20O that you and I escape from the rest and go utterly off, free and lawless,
  94. p. 80, line 28From the master, the pilot I yield the vessel to,
  95. p. 80, line 29The general commanding me, commanding all, from him permission taking,
  96. p. 80, line 30From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter'd too long as it is,)
  97. p. 80, line 31From sex, from the warp and from the woof,
  98. p. 80, line 32From privacy, from frequent repinings alone,
  99. p. 80, line 33From plenty of persons near and yet the right person not near,
  100. p. 81, line 1From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers through my hair and beard,
  101. p. 81, line 2From the long sustain'd kiss upon the mouth or bosom,
  102. p. 81, line 3From the close pressure that makes me or any man drunk, fainting with excess,
  103. p. 81, line 4From what the divine husband knows, from the work of fatherhood,
  104. p. 81, line 5From exultation, victory and relief, from the bedfellow's embrace in the night,
  105. p. 81, line 6From the act-poems of eyes, hands, hips and bosoms,
  106. p. 81, line 7From the cling of the trembling arm,
  107. p. 81, line 8From the bending curve and the clinch,
  108. p. 81, line 9From side by side the pliant coverlet off-throwing,
  109. p. 81, line 10From the one so unwilling to have me leave, and me just as unwilling to leave,
  110. p. 81, line 12From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews,
  111. p. 81, line 13From the night a moment I emerging flitting out,
  112. p. 82, line 17The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert,
  113. p. 83, line 19A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
  114. p. 85, line 12Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts,
  115. p. 86, line 8How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries?
  116. p. 86, line 9(Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace back through the centuries?)
  117. p. 87, line 21Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,
  118. p. 88, line 16Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women,
  119. p. 89, line 20I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death, immortality, I plant so lovingly now.
  120. p. 90, line 7Soft forenoon airs that blow from the south-west,
  121. p. 90, line 11The smell of apples, aromas from crush'd sage-plant, mint, birchbark,
  122. p. 91, line 2The merriment of the twin babes that crawl over the grass in the sun, the mother never turning her vigilant eyes from them,
  123. p. 91, line 10And this bunch pluck'd at random from myself,
  124. p. 91, line 23To be absolv'd from previous ties and conventions, I from mine and you from yours!
  125. p. 92, line 1To have the gag remov'd from one's mouth!
  126. p. 92, line 4To escape utterly from others' anchors and holds!
  127. p. 94, line 9I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my companions?
  128. p. 95, line 1FACING west from California's shores,
  129. p. 95, line 5For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
  130. p. 95, line 6From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero,
  131. p. 95, line 7From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands,
  132. p. 95, line 13Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep,
  133. p. 95, line 19Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,
  134. p. 95, line 20From all the standards hitherto publish'd, from the pleasures, profits, conformities,
  135. p. 95, line 24Here by myself away from the clank of the world,
  136. p. 96, line 11Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards,
  137. p. 96, line 14Every year shall you bloom again, out from where you retired you shall emerge again;
  138. p. 96, line 20Death is beautiful from you, (what indeed is finally beautiful except death and love?)
  139. p. 96, line 27Spring away from the conceal'd heart there!
  140. p. 98, line 1Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let go your hand from my shoulders,
  141. p. 98, line 21Already you see I have escaped from you.
  142. p. 99, line 10For you these from me, O Democracy, to serve you ma femme!
  143. p. 99, line 17Now by the post-and-rail fences where the old stones thrown there, pick'd from the fields, have accumulated,
  144. p. 100, line 3And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pond-side,
  145. p. 100, line 4(O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me, and returns again never to separate from me,
  146. p. 100, line 10Wandering, point to or touch as I pass, or throw them loosely from me,
  147. p. 100, line 12But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve,
  148. p. 100, line 14NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only,
  149. p. 100, line 23Not in cries, laughter, defiances, thrown from me when alone far in the wilds,
  150. 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;
  151. p. 102, line 15Who pensive away from one he lov'd often lay sleepless and dissatisfied at night,
  152. p. 102, line 17Whose happiest days were far away through fields, in woods, on hills, he and another wandering hand in hand, they twain apart from other men,
  153. 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,
  154. p. 103, line 13To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;
  155. p. 103, line 22Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side,
  156. p. 104, line 2Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees as the sun is risen,
  157. p. 104, line 3Breezes of land and love set from living shores to you on the living sea, to you O sailors!
  158. p. 104, line 21Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops,
  159. p. 104, line 22From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd,
  160. p. 104, line 23From my face, from my forehead and lips,
  161. p. 104, line 24From my breast, from within where I was conceal'd, press forth red drops, confession drops,
  162. p. 105, line 22All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
  163. p. 113, line 6I hear continual echoes from the Thames,
  164. p. 113, line 12I hear the Arab muezzin calling from the top of the mosque,
  165. p. 113, line 19I hear the Hindoo teaching his favorite pupil the loves, wars, adages, transmitted safely to this day from poets who wrote three thousand years ago.
  166. p. 114, line 17The clear-sunn'd Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands,
  167. p. 116, line 6This is not my true country, I have lived banish'd from my true country, I now go back there,
  168. p. 117, line 18I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them again.
  169. p. 117, line 19I see vapors exhaling from unexplored countries,
  170. p. 119, line 9You sheiks along the stretch from Suez to Bab-el-mandeb ruling your families and tribes!
  171. p. 119, line 17Health to you! good will to you all, from me and America sent!
  172. p. 121, line 19The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,
  173. p. 121, line 23You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
  174. p. 122, line 6From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,
  175. 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.
  176. p. 122, line 22From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
  177. p. 123, line 21Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it,
  178. p. 124, line 11The efflux of the soul comes from within through embower'd gates, ever provoking questions,
  179. p. 125, line 2From it falls distill'd the charm that mocks beauty and attainments,
  180. p. 125, line 19Allons! from all formules!
  181. p. 125, line 20From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests.
  182. p. 126, line 21Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years, the curious years each emerging from that which preceded it,
  183. p. 126, line 23Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days,
  184. p. 128, line 3Out of the dark confinement! out from behind the screen!
  185. p. 128, line 22Now understand me well—it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.
  186. p. 129, line 14And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.
  187. p. 129, line 15The impalpable sustenance of me from all things at all hours of the day,
  188. p. 129, line 22Others will enter the gates of the ferry and cross from shore to shore,
  189. p. 131, line 6On the neighboring shore the fires from the foundry chimneys burning high and glaringly into the night,
  190. p. 131, line 21I too had been struck from the float forever held in solution,
  191. p. 133, line 10Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!
  192. p. 133, line 21Receive the summer sky, you water, and faithfully hold it till all downcast eyes have time to take it from you!
  193. p. 133, line 22Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my head, or any one's head, in the sunlit water!
  194. p. 133, line 23Come on, ships from the lower bay! pass up or down, white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters!
  195. p. 134, line 9Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or withhold yourselves from us,
  196. p. 134, line 16A young man comes to me bearing a message from his brother,
  197. p. 136, line 15A Jew to the Jew he seems, a Russ to the Russ, usual and near, removed from none.
  198. p. 139, line 4In a lonesome inlet a sheldrake lost from the flock, sitting on the water rocking silently,
  199. p. 139, line 17Thirty or forty great wagons, the mules, cattle, horses, feeding from troughs,
  200. p. 139, line 18The shadows, gleams, up under the leaves of the old sycamore-trees, the flames with the black smoke from the pitch-pine curling and rising;
  201. p. 139, line 20Deep in the forest in piney woods turpentine dropping from the incisions in the trees, there are the turpentine works,
  202. 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;
  203. p. 141, line 17Retreating, triumphantly twittering, the king-bird, from piercing the crow with its bill, for amusement—and I triumphantly twittering,
  204. p. 141, line 18The migrating flock of wild geese alighting in autumn to refresh themselves, the body of the flock feed, the sentinels outside move around with erect heads watching, and are from time to time reliev'd by other sentinels—and I feeding and taking turns with the rest,
  205. p. 144, line 21Something far away from a puny and pious life!
  206. p. 144, line 23Something escaped from the anchorage and driving free.)
  207. p. 145, line 14I hear the cry again sent down from the mast-head, There—she blows!
  208. p. 145, line 18I see the harpooneer standing up, I see the weapon dart from his vigorous arm;
  209. p. 146, line 6To inflate the chest, to roll the thunder of the voice out from the ribs and throat,
  210. p. 146, line 10My soul vibrated back to me from them, from sight, hearing, touch, reason, articulation, comparison, memory, and the like,
  211. p. 148, line 17Head from the mother's bowels drawn,
  212. p. 148, line 19Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown, helve produced from a little seed sown,
  213. p. 150, line 16The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right hands rapidly laying the long side-wall, two hundred feet from front to rear,
  214. p. 151, line 22Goods freely rifled from houses and temples, screams of women in the gripe of brigands,
  215. p. 152, line 15Nor the place of the tallest and costliest buildings or shops selling goods from the rest of the earth,
  216. p. 154, line 22I see from the scaffolds the descending ghosts,
  217. p. 154, line 28I see the blood wash'd entirely away from the axe,
  218. p. 157, line 7The door he enter'd again from a long and scandalous absence, diseas'd, broken down, without innocence, without means.
  219. p. 157, line 11She knows the thoughts as she passes, nothing is conceal'd from her,
  220. p. 158, line 1But to bring perhaps from afar what is already founded,
  221. p. 158, line 11Come Muse migrate from Greece and Ionia,
  222. p. 159, line 2Out from her evolutions hither come, ended the strata of her former themes,
  223. p. 159, line 12Palmerin, ogre, departed, vanish'd the turrets that Usk from its waters reflected,
  224. p. 160, line 8We do not blame thee elder World, nor really separate ourselves from thee,
  225. p. 160, line 9(Would the son separate himself from the father?)
  226. p. 162, line 4Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of blacken'd, mutilated corpses!
  227. p. 164, line 12See, from their chimneys how the tall flame-fires stream.
  228. p. 165, line 14None separate from thee—henceforth One only, we and thou,
  229. p. 166, line 5Just back from the rock-bound shore and the caves,
  230. p. 166, line 6In the saline air from the sea in the Mendocino country,
  231. p. 166, line 13As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain,
  232. p. 166, line 16Down from its lofty top rising two hundred feet high,
  233. p. 167, line 11Not wan from Asia's fetiches,
  234. p. 167, line 12Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house,
  235. p. 167, line 14But come from Nature's long and harmless throes, peacefully builded thence,
  236. p. 167, line 20You womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and love and aught that comes from life and love,
  237. p. 168, line 10Such words combined from the redwood-tree, as of voices ecstatic, ancient and rustling,
  238. p. 168, line 13From the Cascade range to the Wahsatch, or Idaho far, or Utah,
  239. p. 168, line 19The long and varied stretch from Puget sound to Colorado south,
  240. p. 168, line 25Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world,
  241. p. 170, line 14Or from frivolity or impotence, or that you are no scholar and never saw your name in print,
  242. p. 171, line 9It is for you whoever you are, it is no farther from you than your hearing and sight are from you,
  243. p. 171, line 13Nothing in the reports from the State department or Treasury department, or in the daily papers or weekly papers,
  244. p. 172, line 19Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth, than they are shed out of you.
  245. p. 173, line 2Doctrines, politics and civilization exurge from you,
  246. p. 173, line 9All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments,
  247. p. 176, line 19It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself from the jump,
  248. p. 177, line 29Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her eyes glance back from it,
  249. p. 178, line 4Looking from no countenances of their own, but from the countenances of those who are with them,
  250. p. 178, line 5From the countenances of children or women or the manly countenance,
  251. p. 178, line 6From the open countenances of animals or from inanimate things,
  252. p. 178, line 7From the landscape or waters or from the exquisite apparition of the sky,
  253. p. 178, line 8From our countenances, mine and yours, faithfully returning them,
  254. p. 180, line 3Things are not dismiss'd from the places they held before,
  255. p. 181, line 11As from tall peaks the modern overlooking,
  256. p. 181, line 22Forth from their masks, no matter what,
  257. p. 181, line 23From the huge festering trunk, from craft and guile and tears,
  258. p. 182, line 4From imperfection's murkiest cloud,
  259. p. 182, line 10From some far shore the final chorus sounding.
  260. p. 182, line 31In Thy ensemble, whatever else withheld withhold not from us,
  261. p. 184, line 2From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus,
  262. p. 184, line 3From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,
  263. p. 184, line 5From Nebraska, from Arkansas,
  264. p. 184, line 6Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental blood intervein'd,
  265. p. 186, line 10I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands,
  266. p. 186, line 11Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
  267. p. 187, line 2From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color'd light,
  268. p. 187, line 4From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams, effulgently flowing forever.
  269. p. 187, line 13Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the accustom'd routine, if these conceal you from others or from yourself, they do not conceal you from me,
  270. p. 188, line 3The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency,
  271. p. 188, line 12Was not so sick from the blood in the gutters running, nor from the single corpses, nor those in heaps, nor those borne away in the tumbrils,
  272. p. 189, line 2And from to-day sad and cogent I maintain the bequeath'd cause, as for all lands,
  273. p. 191, line 3The proud black ships of Manhattan arriving, some fill'd with immigrants, some from the isthmus with cargoes of gold,
  274. p. 191, line 5And you would I sing, fair stripling! welcome to you from me, young prince of England!
  275. p. 191, line 15Of such, and fitful as they, I sing—with gleams from them would I gleam and patch these chants,
  276. p. 192, line 7With the small shores we look back to from our own large and present shores,
  277. p. 193, line 8OVER the Western sea hither from Niphon come,
  278. p. 193, line 22When pennants trail and street-festoons hang from the windows,
  279. p. 194, line 3When the guests from the islands advance, when the pageant moves forward visible,
  280. p. 194, line 17See my cantabile! these and more are flashing to us from the procession,
  281. p. 194, line 19For not the envoys nor the tann'd Japanee from his island only,
  282. p. 194, line 27The coast you henceforth are facing—you Libertad! from your Western golden shores,
  283. p. 195, line 6Trooping up, crowding from all directions, from the Altay mountains,
  284. p. 195, line 7From Thibet, from the four winding and far-flowing rivers of China,
  285. p. 195, line 8From the southern peninsulas and the demi-continental islands, from Malaysia,
  286. p. 195, line 23Commencing from this day surrounded by the world.
  287. p. 195, line 26As to-day from one side the nobles of Asia come to you,
  288. p. 195, line 27As to-morrow from the other side the queen of England sends her eldest son to you.
  289. p. 196, line 9Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long?
  290. p. 196, line 17Down from the shower'd halo,
  291. p. 196, line 18Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive,
  292. p. 196, line 19Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
  293. p. 196, line 20From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
  294. p. 196, line 21From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard,
  295. p. 196, line 22From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears,
  296. p. 197, line 1From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist,
  297. p. 197, line 2From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease,
  298. p. 197, line 3From the myriad thence-arous'd words,
  299. p. 197, line 4From the word stronger and more delicious than any,
  300. p. 197, line 5From such as now they start the scene revisiting,
  301. p. 197, line 16Two feather'd guests from Alabama, two together,
  302. p. 197, line 28Home, or rivers and mountains from home,
  303. p. 198, line 2Or flitting from brier to brier by day,
  304. p. 198, line 4The solitary guest from Alabama.
  305. p. 199, line 7O moon do not keep her from me any longer.
  306. p. 201, line 4Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,
  307. p. 201, line 15Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?
  308. p. 201, line 29My own songs awaked from that hour,
  309. p. 201, line 30And with them the key, the word up from the waves,
  310. p. 202, line 10Fascinated, my eyes reverting from the south, dropt, to follow those slender windrows,
  311. p. 202, line 12Scum, scales from shining rocks, leaves of salt-lettuce, left by the tide,
  312. p. 203, line 23Rustle not up so hoarse and angry against my feet as I touch you or gather from you.
  313. p. 203, line 28(See, from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last,
  314. p. 204, line 3Buoy'd hither from many moods, one contradicting another,
  315. p. 204, line 4From the storm, the long calm, the darkness, the swell,
  316. p. 204, line 17Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head;
  317. p. 205, line 20Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place.
  318. p. 206, line 7From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
  319. p. 207, line 8The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.
  320. p. 208, line 19Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains young or old,
  321. p. 210, line 15Here gape your great grandsons, their wives gaze at them from the windows,
  322. p. 210, line 24They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the royal vault,
  323. p. 210, line 25Dig out King George's coffin, unwrap him quick from the graveclothes, box up his bones for a journey,
  324. p. 211, line 4Fetch home the roarers from Congress, make another procession, guard it with foot and dragoons.
  325. p. 211, line 6Look, all orderly citizens—look from the windows, women!
  326. p. 211, line 10Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan—you are a made man from this day,
  327. p. 211, line 21For court thieving in its manifold mean forms, worming from his simplicity the poor man's wages,
  328. p. 212, line 15Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets, those hearts pierc'd by the gray lead,
  329. p. 213, line 11Such from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence,
  330. p. 213, line 12Such a result so soon—and from such a beginning!
  331. p. 214, line 19In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
  332. p. 215, line 13And that what is less than they must sooner or later lift off from these States.
  333. p. 215, line 15I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done,
  334. p. 219, line 21At dead of night, at news from the south,
  335. p. 220, line 1From the houses then and the workshops, and through all the doorways,
  336. p. 220, line 13Arm'd regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark from the wharves,
  337. p. 220, line 17The flags flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores,
  338. p. 221, line 23Or down from the great lakes or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river,
  339. p. 222, line 25FROM Paumanok starting I fly like a bird,
  340. p. 224, line 14The great steady wind from west or west-by-south,
  341. p. 225, line 15I use the wings of the land-bird and use the wings of the sea-bird, and look down as from a height,
  342. p. 227, line 19I hear from above O pennant of war your ironical call and demand,
  343. p. 227, line 25Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the ships,
  344. p. 228, line 9So loved—O you banner leading the day with stars brought from the night!
  345. p. 228, line 14RISE O days from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep,
  346. p. 229, line 1Saw from below what arose and mounted, (O superb! O wild as my heart, and powerful!)
  347. p. 229, line 16Lo! from deeps more unfathomable, something more deadly and savage,
  348. p. 232, line 16My blind eyes even as I speak behold it re-peopled from graves,
  349. p. 232, line 19I see the lines of rais'd earth stretching from river to bay,
  350. p. 233, line 10The British advancing, rounding in from the east, fiercely playing their guns,
  351. p. 233, line 12The General watch'd them from this hill,
  352. p. 233, line 15But O from the hills how the cannon were thinning and thinning them!
  353. p. 234, line 19I saw something different from capitulation.
  354. p. 235, line 3They are cut off, murderous artillery from the hills plays upon them,
  355. p. 236, line 18COME up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete,
  356. p. 236, line 19And come to the front door mother, here's a letter from thy dear son.
  357. p. 237, line 4But now from the fields come father, come at the daughter's call,
  358. p. 237, line 28O that she might withdraw unnoticed, silent from life escape and withdraw,
  359. p. 238, line 25I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
  360. p. 240, line 2As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,
  361. p. 240, line 8Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest the first just lift the blanket;
  362. p. 241, line 17Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me,
  363. p. 243, line 9From the stump of the arm, the amputated hand,
  364. p. 244, line 5Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and prosperity only,
  365. p. 244, line 6But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
  366. p. 244, line 10Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
  367. p. 244, line 17Give me a perfect child, give me away aside from the noise of the world a rural domestic life,
  368. p. 244, line 21These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,
  369. p. 246, line 2Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath,
  370. p. 246, line 6Up from the east the silvery round moon,
  371. p. 247, line 9One from Massachusetts shall be a Missourian's comrade,
  372. p. 247, line 10From Maine and from hot Carolina, and another an Oregonese, shall be friends triune,
  373. p. 247, line 27I saw a hundred and more step forth from the ranks, but two or three were selected,
  374. p. 248, line 6There in the room as I wake from sleep this vision presses upon me;
  375. p. 248, line 21While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my ears a shout of applause, (some special success,)
  376. p. 249, line 9Forth from thy hovel door thou Ethiopia com'st to me,
  377. p. 249, line 11Me master years a hundred since from my parents sunder'd,
  378. p. 250, line 10Now and henceforth flaunt from these shores.
  379. p. 252, line 9DID you ask dulcet rhymes from me?
  380. p. 253, line 2Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets;
  381. p. 253, line 8As your ranks, your immortal ranks, return, return from the battles,
  382. p. 254, line 8From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, sweeping the world,
  383. p. 254, line 9Turn from lands retrospective recording proofs of the past,
  384. p. 254, line 10From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the past,
  385. p. 254, line 11From the chants of the feudal world, the triumphs of kings, slavery, caste,
  386. p. 254, line 20(Forth from my tent emerging for good, loosing, untying the tent-ropes,)
  387. p. 256, line 1With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
  388. p. 256, line 13Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep'd from the ground, spotting the gray debris,
  389. p. 256, line 15Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen,
  390. p. 257, line 10Copious I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes,
  391. p. 257, line 17As you droop'd from the sky low down as if to my side, (while the other stars all look'd on,)
  392. p. 257, line 18As we wander'd together the solemn night, (for something I know not what kept me from sleep,)
  393. p. 258, line 4Sea-winds blown from east and west,
  394. p. 258, line 5Blown from the Eastern sea and blown from the Western sea, till there on the prairies meeting,
  395. p. 259, line 5Sing from the swamps, the recesses, pour your chant from the bushes,
  396. p. 260, line 8From deep secluded recesses,
  397. p. 260, line 9From the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so still,
  398. p. 260, line 30From me to thee glad serenades,
  399. p. 262, line 6As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,
  400. p. 262, line 9I cease from my song for thee,
  401. p. 262, line 10From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee,
  402. p. 263, line 10From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
  403. p. 264, line 4Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the soul of America, chant me the carol of victory,
  404. p. 264, line 19From Missouri, Nebraska, or Kansas, laughing attacks to scorn.
  405. p. 265, line 9Crying, Leap from your seats and contend for your lives!
  406. p. 266, line 3Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly borne from the house,
  407. p. 267, line 1Growths growing from him to offset the growths of pine, cedar, hemlock, live-oak, locust, chestnut, hickory, cottonwood, orange, magnolia,
  408. p. 267, line 15Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming up from the uttermost parts,
  409. p. 268, line 6Libertad, from the conqueress' field return'd,
  410. p. 269, line 10Not in him but off from him things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of their full returns,
  411. p. 270, line 19The battle-front forms amid the smoke—the volleys pour incessant from the line,
  412. p. 271, line 12Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of these States?
  413. p. 272, line 7Rhymes and rhymers pass away, poems distill'd from poems pass away,
  414. p. 272, line 10America justifies itself, give it time, no disguise can deceive it or conceal from it, it is impassive enough,
  415. p. 273, line 12Sped to the camps, and comrades found and accepted from every State,
  416. p. 274, line 6Men, women, cities, nations, are only beautiful from nativity.
  417. p. 275, line 9This is what I have learnt from America—it is the amount, and it I teach again.
  418. p. 276, line 18Bards with songs as from burning coals or the lightning's fork'd stripes!
  419. p. 277, line 1AS consequent from store of summer rains,
  420. p. 277, line 9Some down Colorado's cañons from sources of perpetual snow,
  421. p. 277, line 22Or from the sea of Time, collecting vasting all, I bring,
  422. p. 277, line 27Wafted inland, sent from Atlantica's rim, strains for the soul of the prairies,
  423. p. 278, line 2These waifs from the deep, cast high and dry,
  424. p. 279, line 2As rain falls from the heaven and vapors rise from earth, so have the precious values fallen upon thee and risen out of thee;
  425. p. 282, line 14Pick the pea and the bean, or pull apples from the trees or bunches of grapes from the vines,
  426. p. 283, line 6And the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the tavern whence he had lately risen,
  427. p. 283, line 25The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between,
  428. p. 284, line 21What you wept for was translated, pass'd from the grave,
  429. p. 284, line 26As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor,
  430. p. 285, line 4Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odors morbific impress me,
  431. p. 285, line 10Unclaim'd, avoided house—take one breath from my tremulous lips,
  432. p. 285, line 16I withdraw from the still woods I loved,
  433. p. 285, line 18I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea,
  434. p. 286, line 15The new-born of animals appear, the calf is dropt from the cow, the colt from the mare,
  435. p. 286, line 25That the cool drink from the well tastes so good,
  436. p. 287, line 6It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such leavings from them at last.
  437. p. 288, line 4And when all life and all the souls of men and women are discharged from any part of the earth,
  438. p. 288, line 5Then only shall liberty or the idea of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth,
  439. p. 289, line 13In exact proportion to what he or she grew from in life, and out of what he or she did, felt, became, loved, sinn'd, in life.
  440. p. 289, line 22Little and large alike drop quietly aside from the prudence that suits immortality.
  441. p. 290, line 5The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the body, if not more.
  442. p. 291, line 5These inure, have inured, shall inure, to the identities from which they sprang, or shall spring.
  443. p. 291, line 8No consummation exists without being from some long previous consummation, and that from some other,
  444. p. 291, line 13The soul has that measureless pride which revolts from every lesson but its own.
  445. p. 291, line 17Declines to separate one part of life from every part,
  446. p. 291, line 18Divides not the righteous from the unrighteous or the living from the dead,
  447. p. 293, line 6One glance swept from her clear calm eyes o'er all those upturn'd faces,
  448. p. 294, line 10For spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it and from it?
  449. p. 294, line 29Turning from all the samples, monuments of heroes.
  450. p. 295, line 33From thee such scenes, thou stintless, lavish giver,
  451. p. 296, line 9OUT from behind this bending rough-cut mask,
  452. p. 296, line 17Out from the convolutions of this globe,
  453. p. 296, line 22To launch and spin through space revolving sideling, from these to emanate,
  454. p. 297, line 6Are you full-lung'd and limber-lipp'd from long trial? from vigorous practice? from physique?
  455. 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,
  456. p. 302, line 2Sparkles from the wheel.
  457. p. 302, line 10Sparkles from the wheel.
  458. p. 303, line 3Unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled woman I love, only thence come the brawny embraces of the man,
  459. p. 303, line 15Who has not look'd forth from the windows the eyes for nothing, or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing,
  460. p. 304, line 5But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else,
  461. p. 305, line 6And pass'd from a babe in the creeping trance of a couple of summers and winters to articulate and walk—all this is equally wonderful.
  462. p. 306, line 20In that thou surely wakedst weeping from thy drugg'd sleep,
  463. p. 306, line 29Forth from its spasms of fury and its poisons,
  464. p. 307, line 23What yearning expression! how uneasy they are when he moves away from them;
  465. p. 308, line 21Emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts,
  466. p. 309, line 6From these your future song may rise with joyous trills,
  467. p. 310, line 2It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
  468. p. 310, line 20You formless, free, religious dances—you from the Orient,
  469. p. 310, line 22You sounds from distant guns with galloping cavalry,
  470. p. 312, line 8Ah from a little child,
  471. p. 313, line 1From Spanish chestnut trees' dense shade,
  472. p. 313, line 5Awaking from her woes at last retriev'd Amina sings,
  473. p. 313, line 28I hear from the Mussulman mosque the muezzin calling,
  474. p. 314, line 8To organs huge and bands I hear as from vast concourses of voices,
  475. p. 315, line 16Poems bridging the way from Life to Death, vaguely wafted in night air, uncaught, unwritten,
  476. p. 316, line 14Towers of fables immortal fashion'd from mortal dreams!
  477. p. 316, line 18Lo, soul, seest thou not God's purpose from the first?
  478. p. 316, line 32I mark from on deck the strange landscape, the pure sky, the level sand in the distance,
  479. p. 318, line 13Down from the gardens of Asia descending radiating,
  480. p. 319, line 19Cooling airs from Caucasus far, soothing cradle of man,
  481. p. 320, line 18Behold him sail from Palos leading his little fleet,
  482. p. 323, line 14Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home,
  483. p. 324, line 2Accepting all from Thee, as duly come from Thee.
  484. p. 324, line 7O I am sure they really came from Thee,
  485. p. 324, line 10A message from the Heavens whispering to me even in sleep,
  486. p. 325, line 20The gash'd bodies on battle-fields, the insane in their strong-door'd rooms, the sacred idiots, the new-born emerging from gates, and the dying emerging from gates,
  487. p. 326, line 10I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them,
  488. p. 326, line 13The earth recedes from me into the night,
  489. p. 326, line 15I go from bedside to bedside, I sleep close with the other sleepers each in turn,
  490. p. 326, line 23Only from me can they hide nothing, and would not if they could,
  491. p. 327, line 7He rises with me silently from the bed.
  492. p. 329, line 2He lifts the glass perpetually to his eyes, the color is blanch'd from his cheeks,
  493. p. 331, line 8It comes from its embower'd garden and looks pleasantly on itself and encloses the world,
  494. p. 331, line 19They flow hand in hand over the whole earth from east to west as they lie unclothed,
  495. p. 332, line 5The felon steps forth from the prison, the insane becomes sane, the suffering of sick persons is reliev'd,
  496. p. 332, line 11I too pass from the night,
  497. p. 332, line 19LET the reformers descend from the stands where they are forever bawling—let an idiot or insane person appear on each of the stands;
  498. p. 339, line 3Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed,) from this side Jehovah am I,
  499. p. 339, line 12I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse.
  500. p. 339, line 16From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes—lo! Hermes I—lo! mine is Hercules' face,
  501. p. 340, line 9Permanent here from my side, warlike, equal with any, real as any,
  502. p. 341, line 18Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me;
  503. p. 342, line 2I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant of, calm and actual faces,
  504. p. 344, line 5O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them,
  505. p. 344, line 7FROM all the rest I single out you, having a message for you,
  506. p. 344, line 14I absolve you from all except yourself spiritual bodily, that is eternal, you yourself will surely escape,
  507. p. 344, line 20I exclude others from you, there is nothing to be commiserated,
  508. p. 345, line 16Of certain ships, how they sail from port with flying streamers and wafted kisses, and that is the last of them,
  509. p. 346, line 2From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
  510. p. 346, line 3From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,
  511. p. 347, line 8But greater still from what is yet to come,
  512. p. 347, line 17But an odor I'd bring as from forests of pine in Maine, or breath of an Illinois prairie,
  513. p. 347, line 18With open airs of Virginia or Georgia or Tennessee, or from Texas uplands, or Florida's glades,
  514. p. 347, line 22That endlessly sounds from the two Great Seas of the world.
  515. p. 349, line 4Acceding from such gestation, taking and giving continual strength and life,
  516. p. 351, line 6They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
  517. p. 351, line 26Strew'd on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from the water, the green-back'd spotted mossbonkers.
  518. p. 354, line 18The same wait to clear the rubbish from the fallen tenement,
  519. p. 355, line 6They show their descent from the Master himself.
  520. p. 355, line 25Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue.
  521. p. 355, line 27She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.
  522. p. 358, line 19Hymns to the universal God from universal man—all joy!
  523. p. 359, line 6The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack,
  524. p. 361, line 1I see that the word of my city is that word from of old,
  525. p. 362, line 31Two words, yet all from first to last comprised in it.
  526. p. 363, line 3How many travelers started from their homes and ne'er return'd!
  527. p. 364, line 5You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds the sharpest of all!)
  528. p. 364, line 22Of the envelopment of all by them, and the effusion of all from them.
  529. p. 365, line 5Strong and sweet shall their tongues be, poems and materials of poems shall come from their lives, they shall be makers and finders,
  530. p. 366, line 18FROM far Dakota's cañons,
  531. p. 367, line 3From unsuspected parts a fierce and momentary proof,
  532. p. 367, line 24Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure, or away from the fallen,
  533. p. 369, line 23Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
  534. p. 371, line 21From their graves in the trenches ascending,
  535. p. 371, line 22From cemeteries all through Virginia and Tennessee,
  536. p. 371, line 23From every point of the compass out of the countless graves,
  537. p. 372, line 6Nothing from you this time O drummers bearing my warlike drums.
  538. p. 372, line 7But aside from these and the marts of wealth and the crowded promenade,
  539. p. 372, line 20Perfume from battle-fields rising, up from the fœtor arising.
  540. p. 372, line 28That I exhale love from me wherever I go like a moist perennial dew,
  541. p. 376, line 16To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,
  542. p. 377, line 1With nothing to show to devise from its idle years,
  543. p. 377, line 19In blowing airs from the fields back again give me my darlings, give my immortal heroes,
  544. p. 379, line 20She swiftly courses from the shore,
  545. p. 382, line 6From behind the screen where I hid I advance personally solely to you.
  546. p. 382, line 11I spring from the pages into your arms—decease calls me forth.
  547. p. 382, line 14I feel immerged from head to foot,
  548. p. 382, line 21I receive now again of my many translations, from my avataras ascending, while others doubtless await me,
  549. p. 382, line 24I love you, I depart from materials,
  550. p. 384, line 4Mannahatta, 385 Paumanok, 385 From Montauk Point, 385 To Those Who've Fail'd, 385 A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine […]
  551. p. 384, line 34[…] O Sea, 392 Death of General Grant, 392 Red Jacket (from Aloft,) 393 Washington's Monument, February, 1885, 393 Of That Blithe Throat of Thine […]
  552. p. 384, line 61[…] Prairie Sunset, 400 Twenty Years, 401 Orange Buds by Mail From Florida, 401 Twilight, 401 You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me, 402 Not Meagre […]
  553. p. 386, line 23Absorbing deep and full from thoughts, plays, speculations?
  554. p. 386, line 24But now from thee to me, caged bird, to feel thy joyous warble,
  555. p. 387, line 12Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging,
  556. p. 387, line 14Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass—innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
  557. p. 388, line 11To-day, from each and all, a breath of prayer—a pulse of thought,
  558. p. 388, line 18Not from successful love alone,
  559. p. 389, line 3Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;)*
  560. p. 389, line 20What are the messages by you from distant stars to us? what Sirius'? what Capella's?
  561. p. 390, line 3With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies,
  562. p. 390, line 16Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the hinges turning,
  563. p. 390, line 18Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself,
  564. p. 390, line 25Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.
  565. p. 391, line 8Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,
  566. p. 391, line 19The final ballot-shower from East to West—the paradox and conflict,
  567. p. 392, line 9Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears—a lack from all eternity in thy content,
  568. p. 392, line 21Outsurging, muttering from thy soul's abysms,
  569. p. 392, line 25From that great play on history's stage eterne,
  570. p. 393, line 2Thou from the prairies!—tangled and many-vein'd and hard has been thy part,
  571. p. 393, line 7Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from distant sky-clouds' blended shapes,
  572. p. 393, line 13Far from its base and shaft expanding—the round zones circling, comprehending,
  573. p. 394, line 1Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank,
  574. p. 394, line 26Old age, and what it brings from all its past experiences.
  575. p. 395, line 16Back from the fading lessons of the past, I'd call, I'd tell and own,
  576. p. 395, line 17How much from thee! the revelation of the singing voice from thee!
  577. p. 395, line 25From these, for these, with these, a hurried line, dead tenor,
  578. p. 396, line 6The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
  579. p. 397, line 10Man's physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing. Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the Muse;—I say the Form complete is worthier far. The Female equally with the Male, I sing.
  580. p. 397, line 17Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars;
  581. p. 397, line 19Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all—in that alone,
  582. p. 398, line 14For gentle words, caresses, gifts from foreign lands,
  583. p. 398, line 22As soldier from an ended war return'd—As traveler out of myriads, to the long procession retrospective,
  584. p. 399, line 9(For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering,
  585. p. 399, line 14From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves.
  586. p. 400, line 20Have you not learn'd great lessons from those who reject you, and brace themselves against you? or who treat you with contempt, or dispute the passage with you?
  587. p. 401, line 7The little boat that scull'd him from the sloop, now held in leash I see,
  588. p. 401, line 19A bunch of orange buds by mail from Florida.
  589. p. 402, line 17Rose from the hill-top, like applause and glory,
  590. p. 402, line 20So I aloft from Mannahatta's ship-fringed shore,
  591. p. 403, line 8From ups and downs—with intervals—from elder years, mid-age, or youth,)
  592. p. 403, line 14From fibre heart of mine—from throat and tongue—(My life's hot pulsing blood,
  593. p. 404, line 8The lights indeed from them—old age's lambent peaks.
  594. p. 404, line 10As a friend from friends his final withdrawal prolonging,
  595. p. 406, line 29[…] When the Full-grown Poet Came, 416. Osceola, 417. A Voice from Death, 417. A Persian Lesson, 418. The Commonplace, 419. "The Rounded Catalogue Divine […]
  596. p. 407, line 6[…] probably not been enough afraid of careless touches, from the first—and am not now—nor of parrot-like repetitions […]
  597. p. 407, line 2From many limpid distillations and past showers;
  598. p. 408, line 16[…] fact of it in the past, nor refrain from dwelling, even vaunting here at the end) that this late-years […]
  599. p. 408, line 31[…] book is indeed finally but a reminiscent memorial from thence by me to you […]
  600. p. 409, line 6Depart, depart from solid earth—no more returning to these shores,
  601. p. 410, line 7Here, here from wanderings, strayings, lessons, wars, defeats—here at the west a voice triumphant—justifying all,
  602. p. 410, line 9I chant from it the common bulk, the general average horde, (the best no sooner than the worst)—And now I chant old age,
  603. p. 411, line 31[…] and the sunset," was a phrase I heard from a surgeon describing an old sailor's death under peculiarly gentle […]
  604. p. 412, line 1FROM east and west across the horizon's edge,
  605. p. 412, line 20As part of each—evolv'd from each—meaning, behind the ostent,
  606. p. 413, line 3Our sentiment wafted from many million heart-throbs, ethereal but solid,
  607. p. 413, line 5From fifty Nations and nebulous Nations, compacted, sent oversea to-day,
  608. p. 413, line 9To me come interpolation sounds not in the show—plainly to me, crowding up the aisle and from the window,
  609. p. 413, line 12The rifle crack—the cannon thud—the rushing forth of men from their tents;
  610. p. 414, line 9(Distances balk'd—occult medicines penetrating me from head to foot,)
  611. p. 414, line 12Thou blown from lips so loved, now gone—haply from endless store, God-sent,
  612. p. 415, line 16A loving hand—a smile from the north—a sunny instant hail!
  613. p. 415, line 19To thee to-day our reaching arm, our turning neck—to thee from us the expectant eye,
  614. p. 415, line 26From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn, house,
  615. p. 415, line 30Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.
  616. p. 416, line 5Of gather'd dead from all America, North, South, East, West, whence they came up,
  617. p. 416, line 6From wooded Maine, New-England's farms, from fertile Pennsylvania, Illinois, Ohio,
  618. p. 416, line 7From the measureless West, Virginia, the South, the Carolinas, Texas,
  619. p. 416, line 10You million unwrit names all, all—you dark bequest from all the war,
  620. p. 416, line 12Each name recall'd by me from out the darkness and death's ashes,
  621. p. 417, line 2He slowly rais'd himself from the bed on the floor,
  622. p. 417, line 11A VOICE from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power,
  623. p. 418, line 12From West and East, from South and North and over sea,
  624. p. 418, line 14And from within a thought and lesson yet.
  625. p. 419, line 16(Take here the mainest lesson—less from books—less from the schools,)
  626. p. 420, line 17NOT to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable masses (even to expose them,)
  627. p. 425, line 31[…] still lives the song, though Regnar dies")—That from a worldly and business point of view "Leaves of Grass […]
  628. p. 426, line 1[…] solid line of enemies to you everywhere,"—letter from W. S. K., Boston, May 28,1884)—And that solely for publishing […]
  629. p. 426, line 21[…] and construction, nothing less than a hundred years from now can fully answer. I consider the point that I […]
  630. p. 426, line 24[…] all other lacks and withholdings. Essentially, that was from the first, and has remain'd throughout, the main object. Now […]
  631. p. 427, line 9[…] color'd hardly at all with any decided coloring from other faiths or other identities. Plenty of songs had been […]
  632. p. 428, line 20[…] we have presumed to span! those thirty years from 1850 to '80—and America in them! Proud, proud indeed may we […]
  633. p. 428, line 35[…] evolutionary. The actual living light is always curiously from elsewhere—follows unaccountable sources, and is lunar and relative at […]
  634. p. 429, line 10[…] before a line was written, presupposed something different from any other, and, as it stands, is the result of […]
  635. p. 429, line 36[…] possibly have emerged or been fashion'd or completed, from any other era than the latter half of the Nineteenth […]
  636. p. 429, line 38[…] nor any other land than democratic America, and from the absolute triumph of the National Union arms […]
  637. p. 430, line 18[…] never have, anything better than they already possess from the bequests of the past, it still remains to be […]
  638. p. 430, line 22[…] and to our new genius and environments, different from anything hitherto; and that such conception of current or gone-by […]
  639. p. 431, line 2[…] the least to deaden or displace those voices from our ear and area—holds them indeed as indispensable studies […]
  640. p. 431, line 8[…] or woman's individuality, Old World or New, are from them—and though if I were ask'd to name the […]
  641. p. 431, line 9[…] the most precious bequest to current American civilization from all the hitherto ages, I am not sure but I […]
  642. p. 431, line 11[…] those old and less old songs ferried hither from east and west—some serious words and debits remain; some […]
  643. p. 431, line 13[…] demand a hearing. Of the great poems receiv'd from abroad and from the ages, and to-day enveloping and penetrating America, is there […]
  644. p. 431, line 31[…] ranges of belief, that have been quite eliminated from the Eastern hemisphere, and never existed at all in the […]
  645. p. 433, line 18[…] melody (like perpetual chimes of music bells, ringing from lower b flat up to g) they were melodious expressions […]
  646. p. 433, line 28[…] early settlement, clearing the ground greatly. I saw, from the time my enterprise and questionings positively shaped themselves (how […]
  647. p. 433, line 32[…] to radiate, and to which all should return from straying however far a distance, must be an identical body […]
  648. p. 433, line 44[…] although I had made a start before, only from the occurrence of the Secession War, and what it show'd […]
  649. p. 434, line 2[…] as plainly in others, in millions)—that only from the strong flare and provocation of that war's sights and […]
  650. p. 434, line 18[…] definitely) were bases and object-urgings toward those "Leaves" from the first. The word I myself put primarily for the […]
  651. p. 435, line 10[…] I have allow'd the stress of my poems from beginning to end to bear upon American individuality and assist […]
  652. p. 435, line 37[…] everything, just the same. The times and depictions from the Iliad to Shakspere inclusive can happily never again be […]
  653. p. 435, line 42[…] and working-woman were to be in my pages from first to last. The ranges of heroism and loftiness with […]
  654. p. 436, line 13From another point of view "Leaves of Grass" is avowedly the […]
  655. p. 436, line 21[…] my opinion, imperative to achieve a shifted attitude from superior men and women towards the thought and fact of […]
  656. p. 437, line 12[…] every human or other existence, not only consider'd from the point of view of all, but of each […]
  657. p. 437, line 37[…] self-regulated, and no original art can be regulated from without; it carries its own counterpoise, and does not receive […]
  658. p. 437, line 38[…] its own counterpoise, and does not receive it from elsewhere—lives on its own blood "—a solace to my […]
  659. p. 437, line 42[…] as further help to extract the following anecdote from a book, "Annals of Old Painters," conn'd by me in […]
  660. p. 438, line 10[…] own emotional and other personal nature—an attempt, from first to last, to put a Person, a human being […]
  661. p. 438, line 20[…] needing a race of singers and poems differing from all others, and rigidly their own, as the land and […]
  662. p. 438, line 2Such ripples, half-caught voices, echo from the shore.