Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “too”

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  1. p. 9, line 21I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any,
  2. p. 10, line 3Lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles,
  3. p. 10, line 23You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos'd I know not whither, yet ever full of faith,
  4. p. 21, line 26I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires,
  5. p. 22, line 8I too, following many and follow'd by many, inaugurate a religion, I descend into the arena,
  6. p. 46, line 24I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.
  7. p. 50, line 17Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation,
  8. p. 53, line 3Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me.
  9. p. 55, line 4Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers,
  10. p. 64, line 12Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced.
  11. p. 78, line 15Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?
  12. p. 78, line 17I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
  13. p. 80, line 30From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter'd too long as it is,)
  14. p. 84, line 2Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all dif fused, mine too diffused,
  15. p. 84, line 19The male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place,
  16. p. 84, line 20He too is all qualities, he is action and power,
  17. p. 86, line 11She too is not only herself, she is the teeming mother of mothers,
  18. p. 92, line 19I too am part of that ocean my love, we are not so much separated,
  19. p. 94, line 4To-day I go consort with Nature's darlings, to-night too,
  20. p. 94, line 23Heart of my love! you too I heard murmuring low through one of the wrists around my head,
  21. p. 95, line 21Which too long I was offering to feed my soul,
  22. p. 101, line 19As base and finalè too for all metaphysics.
  23. p. 102, line 16Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov'd might secretly be indifferent to him,
  24. p. 112, line 6Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)
  25. p. 118, line 27You working-man of the Rhine, the Elbe, or the Weser! you working-woman too!
  26. p. 126, line 13They too are on the road—they are the swift and majestic men—they are the greatest women,
  27. p. 130, line 14I too many and many a time cross'd the river of old,
  28. p. 131, line 16I too lived, Brooklyn of ample hills was mine,
  29. p. 131, line 17I too walk'd the streets of Manhattan island, and bathed in the waters around it,
  30. p. 131, line 18I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me,
  31. p. 131, line 21I too had been struck from the float forever held in solution,
  32. p. 131, line 22I too had receiv'd identity by my body,
  33. p. 132, line 5I too knitted the old knot of contrariety,
  34. p. 139, line 5In farmers' barns oxen in the stable, their harvest labor done, they rest standing, they are too tired,
  35. p. 142, line 3And I too of the Mannahatta, singing thereof—and no less in myself than the whole of the Mannahatta in itself,
  36. p. 157, line 17She too is a law of Nature—there is no law stronger than she is.
  37. p. 162, line 23For every man to see to it that he really do something, for every woman too;
  38. p. 166, line 24(For know I bear the soul befitting me, I too have consciousness, identity,
  39. p. 167, line 2For a superber race, they too to grandly fill their time,
  40. p. 177, line 28Sits she whom I too love like the rest, sits undisturb'd,
  41. p. 180, line 6But the soul is also real, it too is positive and direct,
  42. p. 182, line 17Thou too surroundest all,
  43. p. 182, line 18Embracing carrying welcoming all, thou too by pathways broad and new,
  44. p. 185, line 9I too with my soul and body,
  45. p. 188, line 19Here too the blaze, the grape-shot and the axe, in reserve, to fetch them out in case of need,
  46. p. 188, line 20Here too, though long represt, can never be destroy'd,
  47. p. 188, line 21Here too could rise at last murdering and ecstatic,
  48. p. 188, line 22Here too demanding full arrears of vengeance.
  49. p. 194, line 5I too arising, answering, descend to the pavements, merge with the crowd, and gaze with them.
  50. p. 195, line 12For I too raising my voice join the ranks of this pageant,
  51. p. 197, line 20And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never disturbing them,
  52. p. 202, line 22I too but signify at the utmost a little wash'd-up drift,
  53. p. 203, line 10I too Paumanok,
  54. p. 203, line 11I too have bubbled up, floated the measureless float, and been wash'd on your shores,
  55. p. 203, line 12I too am but a trail of drift and debris,
  56. p. 203, line 13I too leave little wrecks upon you, you fish-shaped island.
  57. p. 204, line 12Whoever you are, we too lie in drifts at your feet.
  58. p. 210, line 18Is this hour with the living too dead for you?
  59. p. 226, line 23To be that pennant would be too fearful,
  60. p. 227, line 17I burst through where I waited long, too long, deafen'd and blinded,
  61. p. 228, line 11I too leave the rest—great as it is, it is nothing—houses, machines are nothing—I see them not,
  62. p. 237, line 2Below too, all calm, all vital and beautiful, and the farm prospers well.
  63. p. 244, line 4LONG, too long America,
  64. p. 271, line 13Have you too the old ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality?
  65. p. 277, line 19(Not safe and peaceful only, waves rous'd and ominous too,
  66. p. 280, line 23The world too waits, then soft as breaking night and sure as dawn,
  67. p. 284, line 12Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir,
  68. p. 288, line 11In defeat, poverty, misconception, imprisonment—for they too are great.
  69. p. 292, line 28The body was too much for me.
  70. p. 298, line 19Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison?
  71. p. 299, line 14There shall be no subject too pronounced—all works shall illustrate the divine law of indirections.
  72. p. 316, line 15You too I welcome and fully the same as the rest!
  73. p. 316, line 16You too with joy I sing.
  74. p. 321, line 2We too take ship O soul,
  75. p. 321, line 3Joyous we too launch out on trackless seas,
  76. p. 321, line 11Ah more than any priest O soul we too believe in God,
  77. p. 323, line 19I am too full of woe!
  78. p. 327, line 4Receive me and my lover too, he will not let me go without him.
  79. p. 327, line 19It is I too, the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,
  80. p. 332, line 11I too pass from the night,
  81. p. 346, line 13I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies;
  82. p. 353, line 17This now is too lamentable a face for a man,
  83. p. 358, line 7Mine too the revenges of humanity, the wrongs of ages, baffled feuds and hatreds,
  84. p. 368, line 24Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
  85. p. 369, line 13But I too announce solid things,
  86. p. 373, line 14And how all people, sights, combinations, the democratic masses too, serve—and how every fact, and war itself, with all its horrors, serves,
  87. p. 375, line 26I too carol the sun, usher'd or at noon, or as now, setting,
  88. p. 375, line 27I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth and of all the growths of the earth,
  89. p. 375, line 28I too have felt the resistless call of myself.
  90. p. 378, line 8With a mystic army, (is it too order'd forward? is it too only halt ing awhile,
  91. p. 378, line 17For presently O soldiers, we too camp in our place in the bivouac-camps of green,
  92. p. 381, line 13O crowding too close upon me,
  93. p. 381, line 14I foresee too much, it means more than I thought,
  94. p. 394, line 2I'll mind the lesson, solitary bird—let me too welcome chilling drifts,
  95. p. 401, line 21The sun just gone, the eager light dispell'd—(I too will soon be gone, dispell'd,)
  96. p. 402, line 12To-day, with bending head and eyes, thou, too, Columbia,
  97. p. 407, line 8[…] nor platitudes and the commonplace. Perhaps I am too democratic for such avoidances. Besides, is not the verse-field, as […]
  98. p. 408, line 7[…] little fun here—for one reason there are too many of the following poemets about death, &c., and for […]
  99. p. 408, line 18[…] and growth, now near for 20 years along, of too overzealous, over-continued bodily and emotional excitement and action through the […]
  100. p. 413, line 41[…] of number are easily admitted. But we have, too, the eligibility of organizing, handling and officering equal to the […]
  101. p. 415, line 24SOUNDS of the winter too,
  102. p. 416, line 18But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled, Nay, he is mine alone;
  103. p. 417, line 19I too a minister of Deity.
  104. p. 418, line 23For I too have forgotten,
  105. p. 422, line 11Yet let me not be too hasty,
  106. p. 426, line 18[…] have at least enough philosophy not to be too absolutely certain of any thing, or any results.) In the […]
  107. p. 427, line 16[…] the past. As I see it now (perhaps too late,) I have unwittingly taken up that challenge and made […]
  108. p. 429, line 41[…] for me or not, I know well enough, too, that in respect to pictorial talent, dramatic situations, and especially […]
  109. p. 434, line 10[…] arous'd, courage evoked—death readily risk'd—the cause, too—along and filling those agonistic and lurid following years, 1863-'64-'65—the […]
  110. p. 438, line 8[…] Leaves of Grass" indeed (I cannot too often reiterate) has mainly been the outcropping of my own […]