Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 10, line 6The boundless blue on every side expanding,
  2. p. 10, line 8Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine,
  3. p. 10, line 26Speed on my book! spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves,
  4. p. 10, line 27Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea,
  5. p. 11, line 26Merged in its spirit I and mine, as the contest hinged on thee,
  6. p. 11, line 27As a wheel on its axis turns, this book unwitting to itself,
  7. p. 12, line 30Based on the ancient pinnacles, lo, newer, higher pinnacles,
  8. p. 14, line 14I raise the present on the past,
  9. p. 14, line 15(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
  10. p. 15, line 11ON journeys through the States we start,
  11. p. 15, line 15We have watch'd the seasons dispensing themselves and passing on,
  12. p. 15, line 19We confer on equal terms with each of the States,
  13. p. 15, line 22Dwell a while and pass on, be copious, temperate, chaste, magnetic,
  14. p. 16, line 20On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moonsails,
  15. p. 17, line 5The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck,
  16. p. 17, line 6The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
  17. p. 17, line 7The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
  18. p. 17, line 20For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring,
  19. p. 18, line 17Dweller in Mannahatta my city, or on southern savannas,
  20. p. 19, line 25One generation playing its part and passing on,
  21. p. 19, line 26Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn,
  22. p. 20, line 20Language-shapers on other shores,
  23. p. 24, line 2I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest in the briers hatching her brood.
  24. p. 26, line 23Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples on Paumanok's sands,
  25. p. 27, line 9With me with firm holding, yet haste, haste on.
  26. p. 27, line 17On my way a moment I pause,
  27. p. 28, line 11See, on the one side the Western Sea and on the other the Eastern Sea, how they advance and retreat upon my poems as upon their own shores,
  28. p. 28, line 12See, pastures and forests in my poems—see, animals wild and tame—see, beyond the Kaw, countless herds of buffalo feeding on short curly grass,
  29. p. 29, line 5O to haste firm holding—to haste, haste on with me.
  30. p. 30, line 7The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
  31. 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,
  32. p. 32, line 9Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
  33. p. 32, line 16Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
  34. p. 35, line 5The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,
  35. p. 35, line 8The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,
  36. p. 35, line 22The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,
  37. p. 35, line 25I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other,
  38. p. 36, line 5Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with my dog and gun by my side.
  39. p. 36, line 13On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand,
  40. p. 36, line 18And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him,
  41. p. 36, line 22And remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles;
  42. p. 37, line 16The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them,
  43. p. 38, line 1The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain,
  44. p. 38, line 2The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece,
  45. p. 38, line 5The sun falls on his crispy hair and mustache, falls on the black of his polish'd and perfect limbs.
  46. p. 38, line 13My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble,
  47. p. 39, line 1The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog,
  48. p. 39, line 13Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me,
  49. p. 39, line 24The farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a First-day loafe and looks at the oats and rye,
  50. p. 40, line 4The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race,
  51. p. 40, line 5The western turkey-shooting draws old and young, some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs,
  52. p. 40, line 11The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron,
  53. p. 40, line 18The paving-man leans on his two-handed rammer, the reporter's lead flies swiftly over the note-book, the sign-painter is lettering with blue and gold,
  54. p. 40, line 19The canal boy trots on the tow-path, the book-keeper counts at his desk, the shoemaker waxes his thread,
  55. p. 40, line 22The regatta is spread on the bay, the race is begun, (how the white sails sparkle!)
  56. p. 40, line 24The pedler sweats with his pack on his back, (the purchaser higgling about the odd cent;)
  57. p. 41, line 3The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck,
  58. p. 41, line 7On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms,
  59. p. 41, line 15Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen surface,
  60. p. 41, line 19Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw,
  61. p. 42, line 9A Yankee bound my own way ready for trade, my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
  62. p. 42, line 12At home on Kanadian snow-shoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland,
  63. p. 42, line 14At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine, or the Texan ranch,
  64. p. 44, line 2Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
  65. p. 45, line 25It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on.
  66. p. 48, line 15By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
  67. p. 49, line 23I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious,
  68. p. 52, line 16On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs,
  69. p. 52, line 26Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.
  70. p. 55, line 5Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms.
  71. p. 55, line 16What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass,
  72. p. 55, line 27Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter,
  73. p. 55, line 28Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the otter is feeding on fish,
  74. p. 56, line 7Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low scragged limbs,
  75. p. 56, line 17Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand,
  76. p. 56, line 21Where the half-burn'd brig is riding on unknown currents,
  77. p. 57, line 13Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds,
  78. p. 57, line 14Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out,
  79. p. 57, line 19Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well,
  80. p. 58, line 1Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass,
  81. p. 59, line 3Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty,
  82. p. 59, line 19And chalk'd in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, we will not desert you;
  83. p. 59, line 27The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on,
  84. p. 60, line 6I fall on the weeds and stones,
  85. p. 60, line 11My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
  86. p. 62, line 16On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.
  87. p. 62, line 18Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported,
  88. p. 63, line 7The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.
  89. p. 63, line 14Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness,
  90. p. 63, line 16The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white as a sheet,
  91. p. 64, line 3You laggards there on guard! look to your arms!
  92. p. 64, line 11(I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.)
  93. p. 64, line 20I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
  94. p. 64, line 23That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
  95. p. 65, line 7Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth,
  96. p. 66, line 13On his right cheek I put the family kiss,
  97. p. 66, line 15On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes,
  98. p. 66, line 30I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs,
  99. p. 67, line 9In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved,
  100. p. 67, line 14Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,
  101. p. 67, line 17Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,
  102. p. 67, line 24Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery;
  103. p. 68, line 7Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on the reeds within.
  104. p. 68, line 9My head slues round on my neck,
  105. p. 68, line 19Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking,
  106. p. 70, line 3Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land,
  107. p. 71, line 19On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps,
  108. p. 72, line 7The long slow strata piled to rest it on,
  109. p. 72, line 11Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.
  110. p. 72, line 19Lighting on every moment of my life,
  111. p. 73, line 13The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms,
  112. p. 73, line 27Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
  113. p. 73, line 28Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.
  114. p. 74, line 3If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
  115. p. 75, line 4First-rate to ride, to fight, to hit the bull's eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song or play on the banjo,
  116. p. 75, line 25On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them,
  117. p. 75, line 26On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek me.
  118. p. 77, line 16Toss, sparkles of day and dusk—toss on the black stems that decay in the muck,
  119. p. 77, line 26Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
  120. p. 78, line 12I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
  121. p. 78, line 20It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds,
  122. p. 80, line 13The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or motionless on his back lying and floating,
  123. p. 82, line 13The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sundown after work,
  124. p. 82, line 17The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert,
  125. p. 83, line 16There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,
  126. p. 85, line 5Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
  127. 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,
  128. p. 85, line 17Gentlemen look on this wonder,
  129. p. 87, line 25Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening,
  130. p. 89, line 14On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America,
  131. p. 89, line 19I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,
  132. p. 90, line 2(Know once for all, avow'd on purpose, wherever are men like me, are our lusty lurking masculine poems,)
  133. p. 91, line 20O to draw you to me, to plant on you for the first time the lips of a determin'd man.
  134. p. 92, line 14I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
  135. p. 92, line 15For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
  136. p. 93, line 13We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey,
  137. p. 98, line 2Put me down and depart on your way.
  138. p. 98, line 7But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any person for miles around approach unawares,
  139. p. 98, line 8Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or some quiet island,
  140. p. 98, line 28Therefore release me and depart on your way.
  141. 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,
  142. p. 103, line 4And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was on his way coming, O then I was happy,
  143. p. 103, line 19Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
  144. p. 104, line 3Breezes of land and love set from living shores to you on the living sea, to you O sailors!
  145. p. 104, line 6Buds to be unfolded on the old terms,
  146. p. 105, line 17Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love,
  147. p. 105, line 18And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a kiss in return,
  148. p. 108, line 7Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
  149. p. 108, line 11Or inland to the great pastoral Plains, and on to Puget sound and Oregon;
  150. p. 109, line 8You on the Mississippi and on all the branches and bayous of the Mississippi!
  151. 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,
  152. p. 110, line 6The one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kiss'd him,
  153. p. 113, line 10I hear the Coptic refrain toward sundown, pensively falling on the breast of the black venerable vast mother the Nile,
  154. p. 113, line 15I hear the wheeze of the slave-coffle as the slaves march on, as the husky gangs pass on by twos and threes, fasten'd together with wrist-chains and ankle-chains,
  155. p. 114, line 1I see the shaded part on one side where the sleepers are sleeping, and the sunlit part on the other side,
  156. p. 114, line 20Some are in storms, some in the night with the watch on the lookout,
  157. p. 114, line 22I behold the sail and steamships of the world, some in clusters in port, some on their voyages,
  158. p. 115, line 24I see the spots of the successions of priests on the earth, oracles, sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, llamas, monks, muftis, exhorters,
  159. p. 116, line 4I see Kneph, blooming, drest in blue, with the crown of feathers on his head,
  160. 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.
  161. p. 117, line 3I see the Wacho crossing the plains, I see the incomparable rider of horses with his lasso on his arm,
  162. p. 117, line 8I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge drawn by dogs,
  163. p. 118, line 2I look on chisell'd histories, records of conquering kings, dynasties, cut in slabs of sand-stone, or on granite-blocks,
  164. p. 118, line 4I look on the fall'n Theban, the large-ball'd eyes, the side-drooping neck, the hands folded across the breast.
  165. p. 118, line 20You dim-descended, black, divine-soul'd African, large, fine-headed, nobly-form'd, superbly destin'd, on equal terms with me!
  166. p. 118, line 31You mountaineer living lawlessly on the Taurus or Caucasus!
  167. p. 119, line 5You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk to stand once on Syrian ground!
  168. p. 119, line 10You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Nazareth, Damascus, or lake Tiberias!
  169. p. 119, line 11You Thibet trader on the wide inland or bargaining in the shops of Lassa!
  170. p. 119, line 14All you on the numberless islands of the archipelagoes of the sea!
  171. p. 120, line 15I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas and on the high embedded rocks, to cry thence:
  172. p. 122, line 20I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me,
  173. p. 124, line 16(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always drop fruit as I pass;)
  174. p. 124, line 18What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side?
  175. p. 125, line 8Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd,
  176. p. 126, line 13They too are on the road—they are the swift and majestic men—they are the greatest women,
  177. p. 127, line 14To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave them behind you,
  178. p. 129, line 1Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen'd!
  179. p. 129, line 13On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose,
  180. p. 129, line 18The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on the walk in the street and the passage over the river,
  181. p. 130, line 9Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,
  182. p. 130, line 12Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood yet was hurried,
  183. p. 130, line 13Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships and the thick-stemm'd pipes of steamboats, I look'd.
  184. p. 130, line 21Look'd on the haze on the hills southward and south-westward,
  185. p. 130, line 22Look'd on the vapor as it flew in fleeces tinged with violet,
  186. p. 131, line 5On the river the shadowy group, the big steam-tug closely flank'd on each side by the barges, the hay-boat, the belated lighter,
  187. p. 131, line 6On the neighboring shore the fires from the foundry chimneys burning high and glaringly into the night,
  188. p. 131, line 11Others the same—others who look back on me because I look'd forward to them,
  189. p. 132, line 14Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent leaning of their flesh against me as I sat,
  190. p. 132, line 17Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
  191. p. 133, line 7Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!
  192. p. 133, line 8Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg'd waves!
  193. p. 133, line 16Live, old life! play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!
  194. p. 133, line 20Fly on, sea-birds! fly sideways, or wheel in large circles high in the air;
  195. p. 133, line 23Come on, ships from the lower bay! pass up or down, white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters!
  196. p. 135, line 7The perpetual shows and marches on land are for him if they are for anybody.
  197. p. 135, line 18He has the pass-key of hearts, to him the response of the prying of hands on the knobs.
  198. p. 136, line 18The engineer, the deck-hand on the great lakes, or on the Mississippi or St. Lawrence or Sacramento, or Hudson or Paumanok sound, claims him.
  199. p. 138, line 12The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main, the thirty thousand miles of river navigation,
  200. p. 139, line 1On interior rivers by night in the glare of pine knots, steamboats wooding up,
  201. p. 139, line 2Sunlight by day on the valley of the Susquehanna, and on the valleys of the Potomac and Rappahannock, and the valleys of the Roanoke and Delaware,
  202. p. 139, line 4In a lonesome inlet a sheldrake lost from the flock, sitting on the water rocking silently,
  203. p. 139, line 6Afar on arctic ice the she-walrus lying drowsily while her cubs play around,
  204. p. 139, line 9On solid land what is done in cities as the bells strike midnight together,
  205. p. 139, line 15The waving drapery on the live-oak trailing long and low, noiselessly waved by the wind,
  206. p. 139, line 19Southern fishermen fishing, the sounds and inlets of North Carolina's coast, the shad-fishery and the herring-fishery, the large sweep-seines, the windlasses on shore work'd by horses, the clearing, curing, and packing-houses;
  207. p. 140, line 4On rivers boatmen safely moor'd at nightfall in their boats under shelter of high banks,
  208. p. 140, line 5Some of the younger men dance to the sound of the banjo or fiddle, others sit on the gunwale smoking and talking;
  209. p. 140, line 9Children at play, or on his father's lap a young boy fallen asleep, (how his lips move! how he smiles in his sleep!)
  210. p. 140, line 10The scout riding on horseback over the plains west of the Mississippi, he ascends a knoll and sweeps his eyes around;
  211. p. 140, line 12Down in Texas the cotton-field, the negro-cabins, drivers driving mules or oxen before rude carts, cotton bales piled on banks and wharves;
  212. p. 141, line 7The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies, suspended, balancing in the air in the centre of the room, darting athwart, up and down, casting swift shadows in specks on the opposite wall where the shine is;
  213. p. 141, line 12In space the sporades, the scatter'd islands, the stars—on the firm earth, the lands, my lands,
  214. p. 141, line 16Northward, on the sands, on some shallow bay of Paumanok, I with parties of snowy herons wading in the wet to seek worms and aquatic plants,
  215. p. 142, line 1In Kanadian forests the moose, large as an ox, corner'd by hunters, rising desperately on his hind-feet, and plunging with his fore-feet, the hoofs as sharp as knives—and I, plunging at the hunters, corner'd and desperate,
  216. p. 143, line 20O to have been brought up on bays, lagoons, creeks, or along the coast,
  217. p. 143, line 25Is the tide out? I join the group of clam-diggers on the flats,
  218. p. 144, line 1In winter I take my eel-basket and eel-spear and travel out on foot on the ice—I have a small axe to cut holes in the ice,
  219. p. 144, line 14My left foot is on the gunwale, my right arm throws far out the coils of slender rope,
  220. p. 144, line 16O boating on the rivers,
  221. p. 144, line 19The little huts on the rafts, and the stream of smoke when they cook supper at evening.
  222. p. 146, line 9O the joy of my soul leaning pois'd on itself, receiving identity through materials and loving them, observing characters and absorbing them,
  223. p. 148, line 12To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on, float on!
  224. p. 148, line 21To be lean'd and to lean on.
  225. p. 149, line 14The irregular tapping of rain down on the leaves after the storm is lull'd,
  226. p. 149, line 16The thought of ships struck in the storm and put on their beam ends, and the cutting away of masts,
  227. p. 149, line 25The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves,
  228. p. 150, line 1Lumbermen in their winter camp, daybreak in the woods, stripes of snow on the limbs of trees, the occasional snapping,
  229. p. 150, line 9Bending, standing, astride the beams, driving in pins, holding on by posts and braces,
  230. p. 150, line 12Their postures bringing their weapons downward on the bearers,
  231. p. 150, line 15The six framing-men, two in the middle and two at each end, carefully bearing on their shoulders a heavy stick for a cross-beam,
  232. p. 150, line 19The piles of materials, the mortar on the mortar-boards, and the steady replenishing by the hod-men;
  233. p. 150, line 21The swing of their axes on the square-hew'd log shaping it toward the shape of a mast,
  234. p. 151, line 8The chooser breathing his breath on the cold steel and trying the edge with his thumb,
  235. p. 151, line 15The uplifted arm, the clatter of blows on the helmeted head,
  236. p. 153, line 3Where children are taught to be laws to themselves, and to depend on themselves,
  237. p. 153, line 5Where speculations on the soul are encouraged,
  238. p. 153, line 18The dispute on the soul stops,
  239. p. 154, line 5Served the mound-raiser on the Mississippi, served those whose relics remain in Central America,
  240. p. 154, line 6Served Albic temples in woods or on plains, with unhewn pillars and the druids,
  241. p. 154, line 7Served the artificial clefts, vast, high, silent, on the snow-cover'd hills of Scandinavia,
  242. p. 154, line 8Served those who time out of mind made on the granite walls rough sketches of the sun, moon, stars, ships, ocean waves,
  243. p. 154, line 13Served all great works on land and all great works on the sea,
  244. p. 154, line 18And leans on a ponderous axe.
  245. p. 155, line 24Dwellers in cabins among the Californian mountains or by the little lakes, or on the Columbia,
  246. p. 155, line 25Dwellers south on the banks of the Gila or Rio Grande, friendly gatherings, the characters and fun,
  247. p. 155, line 26Dwellers along the St. Lawrence, or north in Kanada, or down by the Yellowstone, dwellers on coasts and off coasts,
  248. p. 156, line 8The ships themselves on their ways, the tiers of scaffolds, the workmen busy outside and inside,
  249. p. 158, line 14Placard " Removed " and "To Let" on the rocks of your snowy Parnassus,
  250. p. 158, line 15Repeat at Jerusalem, place the notice high on Jaffa's gate and on Mount Moriah,
  251. p. 158, line 16The same on the walls of your German, French and Spanish castles, and Italian collections,
  252. p. 158, line 27Nor shades of Virgil and Dante, nor myriad memories, poems, old associations, magnetize and hold on to her?
  253. p. 159, line 17Pass'd to its charnel vault, coffin'd with crown and armor on,
  254. p. 160, line 10Looking back on thee, seeing thee to thy duties, grandeurs, through past ages bending, building,
  255. p. 160, line 24High rising tier on tier with glass and iron façades,
  256. p. 161, line 8You shall see the crude ores of California and Nevada passing on and on till they become bullion,
  257. p. 163, line 15With Victory on thy left, and at thy right hand Law;
  258. p. 163, line 29And on its limitless, heaving breast, the ships;
  259. p. 164, line 4Behold, on the lakes, thy pilots at their wheels, thy oarsmen,
  260. p. 164, line 18The grapes that ripen on thy vines, the apples in thy orchards,
  261. p. 167, line 19You average spiritual manhood, purpose of all, pois'd on yourself, giving not taking law,
  262. p. 168, line 7Thus on the northern coast,
  263. p. 168, line 27Populous cities, the latest inventions, the steamers on the rivers, the railroads, with many a thrifty farm, with machinery,
  264. p. 170, line 2If you bestow gifts on your brother or dearest friend I demand as good as your brother or dearest friend,
  265. p. 170, line 25Young fellows working on farms and old fellows working on farms,
  266. p. 174, line 15Beef on the butcher's stall, the slaughter-house of the butcher, the butcher in his killing-clothes,
  267. p. 174, line 17Flour-works, grinding of wheat, rye, maize, rice, the barrels and the half and quarter barrels, the loaded barges, the high piles on wharves and levees,
  268. p. 174, line 18The men and the work of the men on ferries, railroads, coasters, fish-boats, canals;
  269. p. 177, line 25The beautiful sister we know dances on with the rest.
  270. p. 178, line 12Tumbling on steadily, nothing dreading,
  271. p. 178, line 16No balk retarding, no anchor anchoring, on no rock striking,
  272. p. 179, line 22My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots,
  273. p. 180, line 14Say on, sayers! sing on, singers!
  274. p. 180, line 16Work on, age after age, nothing is to be lost,
  275. p. 183, line 11We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
  276. p. 184, line 21On and on the compact ranks,
  277. p. 184, line 25O to die advancing on!
  278. p. 185, line 10We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,
  279. p. 185, line 25Minstrels latent on the prairies!
  280. p. 185, line 35Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,
  281. p. 186, line 2Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding on our way?
  282. p. 189, line 14And to hold our own in terrible positions on land and sea.
  283. p. 194, line 9Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the space between,
  284. p. 195, line 14I chant the world on my Western sea,
  285. p. 195, line 18I chant projected a thousand blooming cities yet in time on those groups of sea-islands,
  286. p. 197, line 9Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves,
  287. p. 197, line 19And every day the she-bird crouch'd on her nest, silent, with bright eyes,
  288. p. 197, line 33One forenoon the she-bird crouch'd not on the nest,
  289. p. 198, line 9All night long on the prong of a moss-scallop'd stake,
  290. p. 198, line 12He call'd on his mate,
  291. p. 198, line 25Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,
  292. p. 200, line 18On the sands of Paumanok's shore gray and rustling,
  293. p. 201, line 27That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's gray beach,
  294. p. 203, line 11I too have bubbled up, floated the measureless float, and been wash'd on your shores,
  295. p. 204, line 15On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand,
  296. p. 204, line 19What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand?
  297. p. 204, line 27Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions,
  298. p. 204, line 29And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee,)
  299. p. 204, line 31As to the light emerging here on deck I watch thee,
  300. p. 204, line 32(Myself a speck, a point on the world's floating vast.)
  301. p. 205, line 11At dusk that look'st on Senegal, at morn America,
  302. p. 205, line 17Through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
  303. p. 205, line 21For as on the alert O steersman, you mind the loud admonition,
  304. p. 205, line 26ON the beach at night,
  305. p. 207, line 9ON the beach at night alone,
  306. p. 207, line 19All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
  307. p. 208, line 11(Ever the heroes on water or on land, by ones or twos appearing,
  308. p. 208, line 27On beachy slush and sand spirts of snow fierce slanting,
  309. p. 209, line 23I love to look on the Stars and Stripes, I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.
  310. p. 210, line 9Arms in slings—old men leaning on young men's shoulders.
  311. p. 211, line 8Clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on top of the skull.
  312. p. 214, line 2The ones known, and the ones unknown, the ones on the stars,
  313. p. 214, line 9Of vista—suppose some sight in arriere through the formative chaos, presuming the growth, fulness, life, now attain'd on the journey,
  314. p. 214, line 11Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become supplied—and of what will yet be supplied,
  315. p. 215, line 9That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
  316. p. 215, line 18I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love attempted to be hid, I see these sights on the earth,
  317. p. 216, line 17Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
  318. p. 217, line 4ON a flat road runs the well-train'd runner,
  319. p. 218, line 3As a ship on the waters advancing,
  320. p. 219, line 8Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city,
  321. p. 220, line 7The driver deserting his wagon in the street, jumping down, throwing the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs,
  322. p. 220, line 14(How good they look as they tramp down to the river, sweaty, with their guns on their shoulders!
  323. p. 221, line 16But as a strong man erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, carrying a rifle on your shoulder,
  324. p. 221, line 23Or down from the great lakes or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river,
  325. p. 221, line 24Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chattanooga on the mountain top,
  326. p. 223, line 13Low on the ground and high in the air,
  327. p. 223, line 14On the ground where father and child stand,
  328. p. 224, line 12On floats the sea in distant blue careering through its channels,
  329. p. 224, line 13On floats the wind over the breast of the sea setting in toward land,
  330. p. 224, line 15Floating so buoyant with milk-white foam on the waters.
  331. p. 224, line 21Which babbles in brooks and scoots in showers on the land,
  332. p. 225, line 25See forts on the shores of harbors, see ships sailing in and out;
  333. p. 227, line 3And the black ships fighting on the sea envelop'd in smoke,
  334. p. 227, line 6And the beach-waves combing over the beach on my Eastern shore, and my Western shore the same,
  335. p. 227, line 25Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the ships,
  336. p. 228, line 17I travel'd the prairies over and slept on their breast, I cross'd the Nevadas, I cross'd the plateaus,
  337. p. 229, line 18What was that swell I saw on the ocean? behold what comes here,
  338. p. 229, line 21How Democracy with desperate vengeful port strides on, shown through the dark by those flashes of lightning!
  339. p. 229, line 24Thunder on! stride on, Democracy! strike with vengeful stroke!
  340. p. 230, line 2One doubt nauseous undulating like a snake, crawl'd on the ground before me,
  341. p. 230, line 7I waited the bursting forth of the pent fire—on the water and air I waited long;
  342. p. 230, line 13THE noble sire fallen on evil days,
  343. p. 230, line 17The noble son on sinewy feet advancing,
  344. p. 230, line 20Drest in blue, bearing their trusty rifles on their shoulders.
  345. p. 231, line 21On the plain below recruits are drilling and exercising,
  346. p. 232, line 7But suddenly pouring about me here on every side,
  347. p. 233, line 17I saw the moisture gather in drops on the face of the General.
  348. p. 233, line 23Our foe advancing, steadily getting the best of it, push'd us back to the works on this hill,
  349. p. 234, line 2No women looking on nor sunshine to bask in, it did not conclude with applause,
  350. p. 234, line 4But in darkness in mist on the ground under a chill rain,
  351. p. 234, line 14And then, (it was just ere sunrise,) these eyes rested on him for the last time.
  352. p. 234, line 27I must preserve that look as it beam'd on you rivers of Brooklyn.
  353. p. 235, line 13Behold the brown-faced men, each group, each person a picture, the negligent rest on the saddles,
  354. p. 235, line 14Some emerge on the opposite bank, others are just entering the ford—while,
  355. p. 235, line 21The numerous camp-fires scatter'd near and far, some away up on the mountain,
  356. p. 236, line 3The swarming ranks press on and on, the dense brigades press on,
  357. p. 236, line 16A solemn and slow procession there as I sit on the ground,
  358. p. 236, line 23Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellis'd vines,
  359. p. 236, line 24(Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines?
  360. p. 238, line 1VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night;
  361. p. 238, line 4One touch of your hand to mine O boy, reach'd up as you lay on the ground,
  362. p. 238, line 7Found you in death so cold dear comrade, found your body son of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)
  363. p. 238, line 12Then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my chin in my hands,
  364. p. 238, line 23Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)
  365. p. 239, line 10By these, crowds, groups of forms vaguely I see on the floor, some in the pews laid down,
  366. p. 239, line 17Some on the bare ground, some on planks or stretchers, some in the death-spasm sweating,
  367. p. 239, line 24Resuming, marching, ever in darkness marching, on in the ranks,
  368. p. 240, line 4Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,
  369. p. 240, line 19Mortally wounded he and buried on the retreat, (easily all could I understand,)
  370. p. 240, line 21On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave,
  371. p. 240, line 23Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering,
  372. p. 242, line 11Pass and are gone they fade—I dwell not on soldiers' perils or soldiers' joys,
  373. p. 242, line 14While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on,
  374. p. 242, line 20Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in,
  375. p. 243, line 3On, on I go, (open doors of time! open hospital doors!)
  376. p. 243, line 11Back on his pillow the soldier bends with curv'd neck and side-falling head,
  377. p. 243, line 12His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the bloody stump,
  378. p. 243, line 13And has not yet look'd on it.
  379. p. 244, line 3Many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)
  380. p. 244, line 14Give me nights perfectly quiet as on high plateaus west of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars,
  381. p. 246, line 3On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking,
  382. p. 247, line 21Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?
  383. p. 248, line 4And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes,
  384. p. 248, line 19Now a strange lull for a few seconds, not a shot fired on either side,
  385. p. 249, line 2Grime, heat, rush, aide-de-camps galloping by or on a full run,
  386. p. 250, line 14You came, taciturn, with nothing to give—we but look'd on each other,
  387. p. 250, line 17Pour softly down night's nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple,
  388. p. 250, line 18On the dead on their backs with arms toss'd wide,
  389. p. 252, line 19LO, Victress on the peaks,
  390. p. 253, line 10As I look on the bayonets bristling over their shoulders,
  391. p. 253, line 11As those slanted bayonets, whole forests of them appearing in the distance, approach and pass on, returning homeward,
  392. p. 254, line 2Still on our own campaigning bound,
  393. p. 254, line 5Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out—aye here,
  394. 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,)
  395. p. 257, line 19As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you were of woe,
  396. p. 257, line 20As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night,
  397. p. 257, line 24Sing on there in the swamp,
  398. p. 258, line 5Blown from the Eastern sea and blown from the Western sea, till there on the prairies meeting,
  399. p. 258, line 8O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?
  400. p. 258, line 9And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls,
  401. p. 258, line 16With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, and shadows,
  402. p. 259, line 4Sing on, sing on you gray-brown bird,
  403. p. 259, line 7Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song,
  404. p. 259, line 20And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with its meals and minutia of daily usages,
  405. p. 261, line 21And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)
  406. p. 262, line 10From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee,
  407. p. 262, line 27Where on the deck my Captain lies,
  408. p. 263, line 5It is some dream that on the deck,
  409. p. 266, line 21Attracting it body and soul to himself, hanging on its neck with incomparable love,
  410. p. 268, line 4On and on to the grapple with it—Assassin! then your life or ours be the stake, and respite no more.
  411. p. 268, line 12And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly crush'd beneath you,
  412. p. 269, line 12He bestows on every object or quality its fit proportion, neither more nor less,
  413. p. 269, line 23In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent,
  414. p. 272, line 18Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, appears on the streets,
  415. p. 273, line 11Claim'd nothing to myself which I have not carefully claim'd for others on the same terms,
  416. 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.)
  417. p. 278, line 3Wash'd on America's shores?
  418. p. 278, line 6Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
  419. p. 279, line 24Swarming, trailing on the rear, O you dread accruing army,
  420. p. 280, line 1But on these days of brightness,
  421. p. 280, line 2On the far-stretching beauteous landscape, the roads and lanes, the high-piled farm-wagons, and the fruits and barns,
  422. p. 280, line 20Inured on many a hard-fought bloody field.
  423. p. 280, line 26Not there your victory on those red shuddering fields,
  424. p. 281, line 20Toil on heroes! harvest the products!
  425. p. 281, line 21Not alone on those warlike fields the Mother of All,
  426. p. 281, line 23Toil on heroes! toil well! handle the weapons well!
  427. p. 283, line 7And the schoolmistress that pass'd on her way to the school,
  428. p. 283, line 14The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table,
  429. p. 283, line 25The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between,
  430. p. 284, line 1Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of white or brown two miles off,
  431. p. 284, line 9Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground,
  432. p. 284, line 15You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with forehead between your knees,
  433. p. 285, line 1Her corpse they deposit unclaim'd, it lies on the damp brick pavement,
  434. p. 285, line 2The divine woman, her body, I see the body, I look on it alone,
  435. p. 285, line 17I will not go now on the pastures to walk,
  436. p. 286, line 10The apple-buds cluster together on the apple-branches,
  437. p. 286, line 13The he-birds carol mornings and evenings while the she-birds sit on their nests,
  438. p. 286, line 28That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease,
  439. p. 287, line 3It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such endless successions of diseas'd corpses,
  440. p. 287, line 8Keep on—Liberty is to be subserv'd whatever occurs;
  441. p. 288, line 16Garner'd clusters of ages that men and women like us grew up and travel'd their course and pass'd on,
  442. p. 289, line 6Some prowling through woods, some living peaceably on farms, laboring, reaping, filling barns,
  443. p. 289, line 20On Time, Space, Reality—on such as these, and abreast with them Prudence.
  444. p. 290, line 18All self-denial that stood steady and aloof on wrecks, and saw others fill the seats of the boats,
  445. p. 291, line 3All that is well thought or said this day on any part of the globe, or on any of the wandering stars, or on any of the fix'd stars, by those there as we are here,
  446. p. 292, line 14Whom seating on their stools beside her on the platform,
  447. p. 295, line 19'Mid plenteous books and journals, paintings on the walls, fine statuettes,
  448. p. 297, line 1As on the road or at some crevice door by chance, or open'd window,
  449. p. 297, line 4Then travel travel on.
  450. p. 297, line 22For I see every word utter'd thence has deeper, sweeter, new sounds, impossible on less terms.
  451. p. 298, line 13We hear the bawling and din, we are reach'd at by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side,
  452. p. 298, line 17YOU felons on trial in courts,
  453. p. 298, line 19Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison?
  454. p. 301, line 24WHERE the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day,
  455. p. 305, line 10And that the moon spins round the earth and on with the earth, is equally wonderful,
  456. p. 305, line 17ON my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen's group stands watching,
  457. p. 305, line 18Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing salmon,
  458. p. 306, line 26Bear up O smitten orb! O ship continue on!
  459. p. 307, line 15See you! on the farms hereabout a hundred oxen young and old, and he is the man who has tamed them,
  460. p. 307, line 20See, the two with stars on their foreheads—see, the round bodies and broad backs,
  461. p. 307, line 21How straight and square they stand on their legs—what fine sagacious eyes!
  462. p. 307, line 26Whom a hundred oxen love there in his life on farms,
  463. p. 308, line 9On the soul's voyage.
  464. p. 311, line 18On which arising rest, and leaping forth depend,
  465. p. 312, line 14The measur'd sea-surf beating on the sand,
  466. p. 312, line 25Across the stage with pallor on her face, yet lurid passion,
  467. p. 313, line 19I see the crusaders marching bearing the cross on high, to the martial clang of cymbals,
  468. p. 313, line 27As they fall on their knees and rise again.
  469. p. 316, line 1(As a projectile form'd, impell'd, passing a certain line, still keeps on,
  470. p. 316, line 32I mark from on deck the strange landscape, the pure sky, the level sand in the distance,
  471. p. 319, line 25The tale of Alexander on his warlike marches suddenly dying,
  472. p. 319, line 26On one side China and on the other side Persia and Arabia,
  473. p. 321, line 3Joyous we too launch out on trackless seas,
  474. p. 321, line 4Fearless for unknown shores on waves of ecstasy to sail,
  475. p. 321, line 14Sailing these seas or on the hills, or waking in the night,
  476. p. 322, line 18O soul, voyagest thou indeed on voyages like those?
  477. p. 322, line 19Disportest thou on waters such as those?
  478. p. 323, line 14Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home,
  479. p. 324, line 4My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts of Thee,
  480. p. 324, line 11These sped me on.
  481. p. 324, line 26For that O God, be it my latest word, here on my knees,
  482. p. 325, line 10And on the distant waves sail countless ships,
  483. 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,
  484. p. 325, line 22The married couple sleep calmly in their bed, he with his palm on the hip of the wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,
  485. p. 327, line 19It is I too, the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,
  486. p. 327, line 20I see the sparkles of starshine on the icy and pallid earth.
  487. p. 328, line 4I hate the swift-running eddies that would dash him head-foremost on the rocks.
  488. p. 328, line 10His beautiful body is borne in the circling eddies, it is continually bruis'd on rocks,
  489. p. 328, line 16I look where the ship helplessly heads end on, I hear the burst as she strikes, I hear the howls of dismay, they grow fainter and fainter.
  490. p. 328, line 22Washington stands inside the lines, he stands on the intrench'd hills amid a crowd of officers,
  491. p. 329, line 7The chief encircles their necks with his arm and kisses them on the cheek,
  492. p. 329, line 10Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on the old homestead.
  493. p. 329, line 12On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rush-bottoming chairs,
  494. p. 329, line 19She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fireplace, she cook'd food for her,
  495. p. 331, line 8It comes from its embower'd garden and looks pleasantly on itself and encloses the world,
  496. p. 331, line 16The sleepers that lived and died wait, the far advanced are to go on in their turns, and the far behind are to come on in their turns,
  497. p. 332, line 1The white hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter,
  498. 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;
  499. p. 333, line 17Medicines stand unused on the shelf, (the camphor-smell has long pervaded the rooms,)
  500. p. 333, line 19The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,
  501. p. 333, line 21The corpse stretches on the bed and the living look upon it,
  502. p. 333, line 24But without eyesight lingers a different living and looks curiously on the corpse.
  503. p. 334, line 15The coffin is pass'd out, lower'd and settled, the whip is laid on the coffin, the earth is swiftly shovel'd in,
  504. p. 334, line 24Boss, spotter, starter, hostler, somebody loafing on you, you loafing on somebody, headway, man before and man behind,
  505. p. 336, line 16Northerner goes carried and Southerner goes carried, and they on the Atlantic side and they on the Pacific,
  506. p. 337, line 19Slowly and surely they have pass'd on to this, and slowly and surely they yet pass on.
  507. p. 338, line 26On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,
  508. p. 340, line 15Including all life on earth, touching, including God, including Saviour and Satan,
  509. p. 341, line 18Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me;
  510. p. 342, line 5I do not doubt that the orbs and the systems of orbs play their swift sports through the air on purpose, and that I shall one day be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they,
  511. p. 342, line 6I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on millions of years,
  512. p. 343, line 15I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
  513. p. 344, line 6To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind.
  514. p. 344, line 22NIGHT on the prairies,
  515. p. 344, line 23The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low,
  516. p. 345, line 9Or waiting to arrive, or pass'd on farther than those of the earth,
  517. p. 345, line 19Of the veil'd tableau—women gather'd together on deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that draws so close—O the moment!
  518. p. 345, line 21Sinking there while the passionless wet flows on—and I now pondering, Are those women indeed gone?
  519. p. 347, line 10As a strong bird on pinions free,
  520. p. 348, line 5By vision, hand, conception, on the background of the mighty past, the dead,
  521. p. 348, line 18Earth's résumé entire floats on thy keel O ship, is steadied by thy spars,
  522. p. 350, line 8Thee in thy ultimata, (the preparations only now completed, the edifice on sure foundations tied,)
  523. p. 351, line 22The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
  524. p. 351, line 24Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
  525. p. 351, line 26Strew'd on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from the water, the green-back'd spotted mossbonkers.
  526. p. 352, line 21Shed, shed thyself on mine and me, with but a fleeting ray out of thy million millions,
  527. p. 355, line 29The sun just shines on her old white head.
  528. p. 357, line 4I see the tournament, I see the contestants incased in heavy armor seated on stately champing horses,
  529. p. 357, line 7Lo, where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high.
  530. p. 357, line 27I see ships foundering at sea, I behold on deck and below deck the terrible tableaus.
  531. p. 360, line 2Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes, I float on the Okeechobee, I cross the hummock-land or through pleasant openings or dense forests,
  532. p. 360, line 4Again, sailing in my coaster on deck, I coast off Georgia, I coast up the Carolinas,
  533. p. 363, line 10Rich as a sunset on the Norway coast, the sky, the islands, and the cliffs,
  534. 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,)
  535. p. 367, line 17Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide,
  536. p. 369, line 4Now thou stridest on, yet perhaps in time toward denser wars,
  537. p. 369, line 19Libertad and the divine average, freedom to every slave on the face of the earth,
  538. p. 370, line 13I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage,
  539. p. 370, line 15I see Freedom, completely arm'd and victorious and very haughty, with Law on one side and Peace on the other,
  540. p. 371, line 2His daring foot is on land and sea everywhere, he colonizes the Pacific, the archipelagoes,
  541. p. 371, line 27Not at the head of my cavalry parading on spirited horses,
  542. p. 373, line 9How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with good, the sounding and resounding, keep on and on,
  543. p. 374, line 26Illustrious the passing light—illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the western sky,
  544. p. 375, line 11To prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color'd flesh!
  545. p. 375, line 18How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on!
  546. p. 376, line 1As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach of the Western Sea,
  547. p. 377, line 6PENSIVE on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All,
  548. p. 377, line 7Desperate on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-fields gazing,
  549. p. 381, line 20Swiftly on, but a little while alighting,
  550. p. 385, line 9I stand as on some mighty eagle's beak,
  551. p. 385, line 15To unnam'd soldiers fallen in front on the lead,
  552. p. 385, line 16To calm, devoted engineers—to over-ardent travelers—to pilots on their ships,
  553. p. 386, line 2My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same,
  554. p. 388, line 23As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree,
  555. p. 390, line 10On to oblivion then!
  556. p. 390, line 11On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!
  557. p. 390, line 12On for your time, ye furious debouché!
  558. p. 392, line 25From that great play on history's stage eterne,
  559. p. 393, line 21Wherever sails a ship, or house is built on land, or day or night,
  560. p. 395, line 1Far back, related on my mother's side,
  561. p. 395, line 4House on a hill, with view of bay at hand, and distant cape, and stretch to open sea;)
  562. p. 395, line 12"She's free—she's on her destination "—these the last words—when Jenny came, he sat there dead,
  563. p. 395, line 13Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my mother's side, far back.
  564. p. 398, line 6That coursing on, whate'er men's speculations,
  565. p. 398, line 26By each successive age insoluble, pass'd on,
  566. p. 398, line 27To ours to-day—and we pass on the same.
  567. p. 399, line 20For such the scenes the annual play brings on.
  568. p. 399, line 24Lay on the graves of all dead soldiers, North or South,
  569. p. 401, line 1Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new-comer chatting:
  570. p. 401, line 17Some three days since on their own soil live-sprouting,
  571. p. 402, line 1You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs,
  572. p. 403, line 2On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor'd near the shore,
  573. p. 403, line 22Toward the ending day a calm and lull comes on,
  574. p. 406, line 7[…] Eidólon Yacht, 409. Lingering Last Drops, 409. Good-Bye my Fancy, 409. On, on the Same, ye Jocund Twain, 410. My 71st Year, 410. Apparitions, 410. The […]
  575. p. 408, line 1[…] legs, utterly non-locomotive) cast up high and dry on the shore-sands, helpless to move anywhere—nothing left but behave […]
  576. p. 408, line 21[…] through the times of 1862, '3,'4 and '5, visiting and waiting on wounded and sick army volunteers, both sides, in campaigns or […]
  577. p. 409, line 3O little white-hull'd sloop, now speed on really deep waters,
  578. p. 409, line 7Now on for aye our infinite free venture wending,
  579. p. 409, line 29Why do folks dwell so fondly on the last words, advice, appearance, of the departing? Those last […]
  580. p. 410, line 1ON, on the same, ye jocund twain!
  581. p. 410, line 14On, on, ye jocund twain! continue on the same!
  582. p. 411, line 2Let it remain back there on its nail suspended,
  583. p. 411, line 44[…] I had more than once the same experience on the fields cover'd with fallen or dead […]
  584. p. 412, line 5Put on the old ship all her power to-day!
  585. p. 413, line 35[…] marking the last life-throbs of secession, and beaming on its dying gasps, Sheridan's will be bright. One consideration rising […]
  586. p. 413, line 39[…] conclusive military talents ever evinced by any nation on earth. That they possess'd a rank and file ahead of […]
  587. p. 414, line 7So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within—thy soothing fingers on my face and hands,
  588. p. 416, line 2Musing on long-pass'd war-scenes—of the countless buried unknown soldiers,
  589. p. 417, line 2He slowly rais'd himself from the bed on the floor,
  590. p. 417, line 3Drew on his war-dress, shirt, leggings, and girdled the belt around his waist,
  591. p. 417, line 9Fix'd his look on wife and little children—the last:
  592. p. 417, line 14Dash'd pell-mell by the blow—yet usher'd life continuing on,
  593. p. 418, line 13Its hot-spurr'd hearts and hands humanity to human aid moves on;
  594. p. 418, line 29On the slope of a teeming Persian rose-garden,
  595. p. 420, line 16Or plainly there to the left on the hill-tops.
  596. p. 421, line 24(On earth and in the sea—the universe—the stars there in the heavens,)
  597. p. 425, line 5[…] life's fairest episodes, or sailors', soldiers' trying scenes on land or sea, is the résumé of them, or any […]
  598. p. 425, line 25[…] as I nigh my three-score-and-ten I live largely on memory,) I look upon "Leaves of Grass," now finish'd to […]
  599. p. 425, line 29[…] of my own time, but have fallen back on fond dreams of the future—anticipations—(" still lives the song […]
  600. p. 425, line 32[…] been worse than a failure—that public criticism on the book and myself as author of it yet shows […]
  601. p. 426, line 13[…] entirely my own way, and put it unerringly on record—the value thereof to be decided by time […]
  602. p. 426, line 37[…] been flitting through my previous life, or hovering on the flanks, mostly indefinite hitherto, had steadily advanced to the […]
  603. p. 427, line 37[…] As I write, I see in an article on Wordsworth, in one of the current English magazines, the lines […]
  604. p. 429, line 5[…] the old imaginative works rest, after their kind, on long trains of presuppositions, often entirely unmention'd by themselves, yet […]
  605. p. 429, line 27In estimating first-class song, a sufficient Nationality, or, on the other hand, what may be call'd the negative and […]
  606. p. 430, line 6[…] things, old and new, in the lights thrown on them by the advent of America and democracy—to chant […]
  607. p. 430, line 36[…] be in future)—to conform with and build on the concrete realities and theories of the universe furnish'd by […]
  608. p. 431, line 18[…] to democracy? What a comment it forms, anyhow, on this era of literary fulfilment, with the splendid day-rise of […]
  609. p. 431, line 41I have indeed put on record elsewhere my reverence and eulogy for those never-to-be-excell'd poetic […]
  610. p. 433, line 9[…] Iliad (Buckley's prose version,) I read first thoroughly on the peninsula of Orient, northeast end of Long Island, in […]
  611. p. 433, line 10[…] hollow of rocks and sand, with the sea on each side. (I have wonder'd since why I was not […]
  612. p. 433, line 39These, however, and much more might have gone on and come to naught (almost positively would have come to […]
  613. p. 435, line 3[…] forever eligible to be appeal'd to and relied on […]
  614. p. 435, line 5[…] native American individuality, though certain to come, and on a large scale, the distinctive and ideal type of Western […]
  615. p. 436, line 12[…] Canada, up in Maine, down in Texas, and on the shores of Puget Sound […]
  616. p. 436, line 36[…] swathing suppressions in place of that "heroic nudity" * on which only a genuine diagnosis of serious cases can be […]
  617. p. 437, line 38[…] and does not receive it from elsewhere—lives on its own blood "—a solace to my frequent bruises and […]
  618. p. 438, line 12[…] Nineteenth Century, in America,) freely, fully and truly on record. I could not find any similar personal record in […]
  619. p. 438, line 14[…] literature that satisfied me. But it is not on "Leaves of Grass " distinctively as literature, or a specimen thereof […]