Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 9, line 16And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said,
  2. p. 11, line 3Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted.
  3. p. 11, line 9Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be,
  4. p. 14, line 19And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life?
  5. p. 15, line 3How they inure to themselves as much as to any—what a paradox appears their age,
  6. p. 15, line 23And what you effuse may then return as the seasons return,
  7. p. 16, line 5But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any.
  8. p. 17, line 5The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck,
  9. p. 17, line 9Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
  10. p. 17, line 10The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
  11. p. 17, line 12WHAT place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?
  12. p. 18, line 2Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
  13. p. 19, line 11Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions.
  14. p. 20, line 22I dare not proceed till I respectfully credit what you have left wafted hither,
  15. p. 21, line 23I will show what alone must finally compact these,
  16. p. 21, line 26I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires,
  17. p. 22, line 3Here is what sings unrestricted faith.
  18. p. 22, line 4Omnes! omnes! let others ignore what they may,
  19. p. 22, line 20What are you doing young man?
  20. p. 23, line 1What do you seek so pensive and silent?
  21. p. 23, line 2What do you need camerado?
  22. p. 23, line 22After what they have done to me, suggesting themes.
  23. p. 24, line 5And while I paus'd it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only,
  24. p. 25, line 14Carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the moment of death.
  25. p. 27, line 11(I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself really to you, but what of that?
  26. p. 27, line 20And for the past I pronounce what the air holds of the red aborigines.
  27. p. 29, line 7And what I assume you shall assume,
  28. p. 29, line 16Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
  29. p. 30, line 18I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end,
  30. p. 32, line 7Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,
  31. p. 32, line 10Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next,
  32. p. 33, line 3A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
  33. p. 33, line 4How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
  34. p. 34, line 2What do you think has become of the young and old men?
  35. p. 34, line 3And what do you think has become of the women and children?
  36. p. 34, line 9And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
  37. p. 35, line 15What groans of over-fed or half-starv'd who fall sunstruck or in fits,
  38. p. 35, line 16What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and give birth to babes,
  39. p. 35, line 17What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls restrain'd by decorum,
  40. p. 38, line 11Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?
  41. p. 39, line 11What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me,
  42. p. 39, line 30What is removed drops horribly in a pail;
  43. p. 41, line 13Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gather'd, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!)
  44. p. 44, line 10What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?
  45. p. 44, line 24All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.
  46. p. 45, line 13I laugh at what you call dissolution,
  47. p. 46, line 14You sea! I resign myself to you also—I guess what you mean,
  48. p. 46, line 30What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?
  49. p. 47, line 10What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such a wonder,
  50. p. 50, line 12My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach,
  51. p. 50, line 24My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am,
  52. p. 51, line 2To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it.
  53. p. 51, line 22I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?)
  54. p. 52, line 4To be in any form, what is that?
  55. p. 52, line 15My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself,
  56. p. 53, line 2You villain touch! what are you doing? my breath is tight in its throat,
  57. p. 53, line 14(What is less or more than a touch?)
  58. p. 53, line 17(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so,
  59. p. 53, line 18Only what nobody denies is so.)
  60. p. 54, line 8And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons,
  61. p. 55, line 15Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess'd at,
  62. p. 55, line 16What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass,
  63. p. 55, line 17What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed,
  64. p. 61, line 8Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth,
  65. p. 65, line 3The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves,
  66. p. 65, line 25Say, old top-knot, what do you want?
  67. p. 66, line 1And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
  68. p. 66, line 11You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.
  69. p. 66, line 29And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so.
  70. p. 67, line 1I heard what was said of the universe,
  71. p. 67, line 11Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,
  72. p. 67, line 25What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and not filling the square rod then,
  73. p. 69, line 3What I do and say the same waits for them,
  74. p. 69, line 17And what is reason? and what is love? and what is life?
  75. p. 70, line 14And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the same.
  76. p. 70, line 15I do not know what is untried and afterward,
  77. p. 71, line 4What is known I strip away,
  78. p. 71, line 6The clock indicates the moment—but what does eternity indicate?
  79. p. 71, line 16(What have I to do with lamentation?)
  80. p. 72, line 3They sent influences to look after what was to hold me.
  81. p. 72, line 23Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself,
  82. p. 76, line 5They and all would resume what I have told them.
  83. p. 77, line 21There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.
  84. p. 78, line 6Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
  85. p. 79, line 1You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
  86. p. 79, line 20From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men,
  87. p. 80, line 7Of that, of them and what goes with them my poems informing,
  88. p. 80, line 16The face, the limbs, the index from head to foot, and what it arouses,
  89. p. 80, line 18(Hark close and still what I now whisper to you,
  90. p. 80, line 26O you and I! what is it to us what the rest do or think?
  91. p. 80, line 27What is all else to us? only that we enjoy each other and exhaust each other if it must be so;)
  92. p. 81, line 4From what the divine husband knows, from the work of fatherhood,
  93. p. 81, line 23And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
  94. p. 83, line 14To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
  95. p. 83, line 22Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed,
  96. p. 89, line 11I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.
  97. p. 89, line 28The real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,)
  98. p. 90, line 12The boy's longings, the glow and pressure as he confides to me what he was dreaming,
  99. p. 90, line 23The young man that wakes deep at night, the hot hand seeking to repress what would master him,
  100. p. 91, line 8The greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my place when I am through,
  101. p. 91, line 13(What is this that frees me so in storms?
  102. p. 91, line 14What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
  103. p. 92, line 30Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself,
  104. p. 93, line 9We are what locust blossoms are, we drop scent around lanes mornings and evenings,
  105. p. 93, line 16We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious,
  106. p. 95, line 2Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
  107. p. 95, line 10(But where is what I started for so long ago?
  108. p. 96, line 17O I do not know what you mean there underneath yourselves, you are not happiness,
  109. p. 96, line 20Death is beautiful from you, (what indeed is finally beautiful except death and love?)
  110. p. 97, line 4I will say what I have to say by itself,
  111. p. 97, line 11Nor will I allow you to balk me any more with what I was calling life,
  112. p. 97, line 18That may-be you are what it is all for, but it does not last so very long,
  113. p. 97, line 23I am not what you supposed, but far different.
  114. p. 98, line 22For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,
  115. p. 100, line 3And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pond-side,
  116. p. 100, line 11Indicating to each one what he shall have, giving something to each;
  117. p. 100, line 12But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve,
  118. 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;
  119. p. 102, line 10Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I will tell you what to say of me,
  120. p. 103, line 13To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;
  121. p. 107, line 3(What indeed have I in common with them? or what with the destruction of them?)
  122. p. 110, line 1WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
  123. p. 110, line 21Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine?
  124. p. 112, line 11What widens within you Walt Whitman?
  125. p. 112, line 12What waves and soils exuding?
  126. p. 112, line 13What climes? what persons and cities are here?
  127. p. 112, line 17What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are these?
  128. p. 112, line 18What are the mountains call'd that rise so high in the mists?
  129. p. 112, line 19What myriads of dwellings are they fill'd with dwellers?
  130. p. 113, line 1What do you hear Walt Whitman?
  131. p. 113, line 20What do you see Walt Whitman?
  132. p. 120, line 14I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through,
  133. p. 120, line 17What cities the light or warmth penetrates I penetrate those cities myself,
  134. p. 122, line 24Listening to others, considering well what they say,
  135. p. 124, line 2Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him,
  136. p. 124, line 8Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?
  137. p. 124, line 17What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?
  138. p. 124, line 18What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side?
  139. p. 124, line 19What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk by and pause?
  140. p. 124, line 20What gives me to be free to a woman's and man's good-will? what gives them to be free to mine?
  141. p. 125, line 5Traveling with me you find what never tires.
  142. p. 126, line 6You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
  143. p. 126, line 10What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting,
  144. p. 127, line 5To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,
  145. p. 127, line 6To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it,
  146. p. 128, line 21What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature?
  147. 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.
  148. p. 131, line 13What is it then between us?
  149. p. 131, line 14What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?
  150. p. 131, line 23That I was I knew was of my body, and what I should be I knew I should be of my body.
  151. p. 132, line 3Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil,
  152. p. 132, line 4I am he who knew what it was to be evil,
  153. p. 132, line 18The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like,
  154. p. 132, line 21What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you—I laid in my stores in advance,
  155. p. 132, line 23Who was to know what should come home to me?
  156. p. 132, line 26Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than mast-hemm'd Manhattan?
  157. p. 133, line 1What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I approach?
  158. p. 133, line 2What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
  159. p. 133, line 5What I promis'd without mentioning it, have you not accepted?
  160. p. 133, line 6What the study could not teach—what the preaching could not accomplish is accomplish'd, is it not?
  161. p. 134, line 1Appearances, now or henceforth, indicate what you are,
  162. p. 135, line 6Nothing for any one but what is for him, near and far are for him, the ships in the offing,
  163. p. 135, line 12What can be answer'd he answers, and what cannot be answer'd he shows how it cannot be answer'd.
  164. p. 136, line 12No matter what the work is, that he is the one to follow it or has follow'd it,
  165. p. 136, line 13No matter what the nation, that he might find his brothers and sisters there.
  166. p. 137, line 2What always indicates the poet is the crowd of the pleasant company of singers, and their words,
  167. p. 139, line 9On solid land what is done in cities as the bells strike midnight together,
  168. p. 141, line 13O lands! all so dear to me—what you are, (whatever it is,) I putting it at random in these songs, become a part of that, whatever it is,
  169. p. 146, line 3What attractions are these beyond any before? what bloom more than the bloom of youth?
  170. p. 146, line 4What beauty is this that descends upon me and rises out of me?
  171. p. 151, line 28What invigorates life invigorates death,
  172. p. 152, line 3What do you think endures?
  173. p. 153, line 2Where the citizen is always the head and ideal, and President, Mayor, Governor and what not, are agents for pay,
  174. p. 153, line 20What is your money-making now? what can it do now?
  175. p. 153, line 21What is your respectability now?
  176. p. 153, line 22What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-books, now?
  177. p. 153, line 28What always served and always serves is at hand.
  178. p. 155, line 6I have what I have.)
  179. p. 155, line 17Work-box, chest, string'd instrument, boat, frame, and what not,
  180. p. 158, line 1But to bring perhaps from afar what is already founded,
  181. p. 159, line 27To introduce the stranger, (what else indeed do I live to chant for?) to thee Columbia;
  182. p. 161, line 9You shall watch how the printer sets type, and learn what a composing-stick is,
  183. p. 165, line 15(For the blood of the children, what is it, only the blood maternal?
  184. p. 165, line 16And lives and works, what are they all at last, except the roads to faith and death?)
  185. p. 166, line 31We welcome what we wrought for through the past,
  186. p. 169, line 16Were all educations practical and ornamental well display'd out of me, what would it amount to?
  187. p. 169, line 17Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise statesman, what would it amount to?
  188. p. 170, line 8Why what have you thought of yourself?
  189. p. 171, line 3I bring what you much need yet always have,
  190. p. 171, line 7It is not what is printed, preach'd, discussed, it eludes discussion and print,
  191. p. 171, line 17I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness,
  192. p. 171, line 24What have you reckon'd them for, camerado?
  193. p. 173, line 7All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it,
  194. p. 173, line 9All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments,
  195. p. 173, line 21Coal-mines and all that is down there, the lamps in the darkness, echoes, songs, what meditations, what vast native thoughts looking through smutch'd faces,
  196. p. 175, line 6I do not affirm that what you see beyond is futile, I do not advise you to stop,
  197. p. 176, line 12Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air, soil, water, fire, know of my name?
  198. p. 177, line 4I speak not, yet if you hear me not of what avail am I to you?
  199. p. 177, line 5To bear, to better, lacking these of what avail am I?
  200. p. 177, line 29Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her eyes glance back from it,
  201. p. 179, line 11No politics, song, religion, behavior, or what not, is of account, unless it compare with the amplitude of the earth,
  202. p. 179, line 19I swear I see what is better than to tell the best,
  203. p. 180, line 2It is not what you anticipated, it is cheaper, easier, nearer,
  204. p. 180, line 10(If they did not echo the phrases of souls what were they then?
  205. p. 180, line 11If they had not reference to you in especial what were they then?)
  206. p. 181, line 21Not the right only justified, what we call evil also justified.
  207. p. 181, line 22Forth from their masks, no matter what,
  208. p. 186, line 25I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself,
  209. p. 187, line 6You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life,
  210. p. 187, line 8What you have done returns already in mockeries,
  211. p. 187, line 9(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?)
  212. p. 188, line 6Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are picks its way.
  213. p. 188, line 14Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued retribution?
  214. p. 189, line 24(Who are you? and what are you secretly guilty of all your life?
  215. p. 190, line 5What others give as duties I give as living impulses,
  216. p. 190, line 8Who are they I see and touch, and what about them?
  217. p. 190, line 9What about these likes of myself that draw me so close by tender directions and indirections?
  218. p. 191, line 18As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this chant,
  219. p. 191, line 19What am I myself but one of your meteors?
  220. p. 192, line 26I assert that all past days were what they must have been,
  221. p. 192, line 28And that to-day is what it must be, and that America is,
  222. p. 193, line 12Libertad! I do not know whether others behold what I behold,
  223. p. 193, line 15But I will sing you a song of what I behold Libertad.
  224. p. 198, line 33What is that little black thing I see there in the white?
  225. p. 199, line 5What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?
  226. p. 200, line 31Now in a moment I know what I am for, I awake,
  227. p. 201, line 5Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there in the night,
  228. p. 201, line 13Subtle, sent up—what is it?—I listen;
  229. p. 202, line 27Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am,
  230. p. 203, line 8You fish-shaped island, I take what is underfoot,
  231. p. 203, line 9What is yours is mine my father.
  232. p. 204, line 19What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand?
  233. p. 205, line 14What joys! what joys were thine!
  234. p. 210, line 10What troubles you Yankee phantoms? what is all this chattering of bare gums?
  235. p. 210, line 22But there is one thing that belongs here—shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?
  236. p. 214, line 11Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become supplied—and of what will yet be supplied,
  237. p. 214, line 12Because all I see and know I believe to have its main purport in what will yet be supplied.
  238. p. 215, line 7The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
  239. p. 215, line 13And that what is less than they must sooner or later lift off from these States.
  240. p. 216, line 4WHAT you give me I cheerfully accept,
  241. p. 218, line 12LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?
  242. p. 218, line 13Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
  243. p. 218, line 17What deepening twilight—scum floating atop of the waters,
  244. p. 219, line 2What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North, your arctic freezings!)
  245. p. 223, line 17Words! book-words! what are you?
  246. p. 224, line 3Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
  247. p. 224, line 4And what does it say to me all the while?
  248. p. 225, line 2What you are saying is sorrowful to me, much it displeases me;
  249. p. 225, line 8For what are we, mere strips of cloth profiting nothing,
  250. p. 226, line 24Little you know what it is this day, and after this day, forever,
  251. p. 226, line 26Forward to stand in front of wars—and O, such wars!—what have you to do with them?
  252. p. 228, line 15Long for my soul hungering gymnastic I devour'd what the earth gave me,
  253. p. 229, line 1Saw from below what arose and mounted, (O superb! O wild as my heart, and powerful!)
  254. p. 229, line 9Now we go forth to receive what the earth and the sea never gave us,
  255. p. 229, line 13What, to pavements and homesteads here, what were those storms of the mountains and sea?
  256. p. 229, line 14What, to passions I witness around me to-day? was the sea risen?
  257. p. 229, line 18What was that swell I saw on the ocean? behold what comes here,
  258. p. 231, line 20Rest, while I tell what the crowd around us means,
  259. p. 231, line 25Why what comes over you now old man?
  260. p. 232, line 2Only hear that approval of hands! hear what a clapping!
  261. p. 242, line 3Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us?
  262. p. 242, line 4What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics,
  263. p. 242, line 5Of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?
  264. p. 242, line 7What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden your talking recalls,
  265. p. 242, line 15So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the imprints off the sand,
  266. p. 244, line 7And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse really are,
  267. p. 244, line 8(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse really are?)
  268. p. 245, line 4(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries,
  269. p. 245, line 5I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)
  270. p. 246, line 32What I have I also give you.
  271. p. 249, line 17What is it fateful woman, so blear, hardly human?
  272. p. 251, line 10O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend,
  273. p. 251, line 11Nor the bayonet stab what you really are;
  274. p. 251, line 16The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the open air I resume,
  275. p. 251, line 22And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me,
  276. p. 251, line 23And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me;
  277. p. 251, line 24Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,
  278. p. 252, line 11Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?
  279. p. 252, line 16What to such as you anyhow such a poet as I? therefore leave my works,
  280. p. 252, line 17And go lull yourself with what you can understand, and with piano-tunes,
  281. p. 254, line 14But what remains remains for singers for you—wars to come are for you,
  282. p. 257, line 14Now I know what you must have meant as a month since I walk'd,
  283. p. 257, line 18As we wander'd together the solemn night, (for something I know not what kept me from sleep,)
  284. p. 258, line 3And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
  285. p. 258, line 8O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?
  286. p. 258, line 9And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls,
  287. p. 264, line 13What we are we are, nativity is answer enough to objections,
  288. p. 265, line 11Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew before?
  289. p. 265, line 20Beware what precedes the decay of the ruggedness of states and men.
  290. p. 266, line 2Does not repel them or the past or what they have produced under their forms,
  291. p. 266, line 12Here is what moves in magnificent masses careless of particulars,
  292. p. 269, line 15He supplies what wants supplying, he checks what wants checking,
  293. p. 271, line 7Are you faithful to things? do you teach what the land and sea, the bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, heroic angers, teach?
  294. p. 271, line 15What is this you bring my America?
  295. p. 271, line 21Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here?
  296. p. 272, line 1What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities? Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas?
  297. p. 272, line 3Does it see what finally befalls, and has always finally befallen, each temporizer, patcher, outsider, partialist, alarmist, infidel, who has ever ask'd any thing of America?
  298. p. 272, line 4What mocking and scornful negligence?
  299. p. 275, line 7I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
  300. p. 275, line 9This is what I have learnt from America—it is the amount, and it I teach again.
  301. p. 275, line 22America isolated yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself?
  302. p. 275, line 23These States, what are they except myself?
  303. p. 275, line 27I know not what these plots and wars and deferments are for,
  304. p. 283, line 19Affection that will not be gainsay'd, the sense of what is real, the thought if after all it should prove unreal,
  305. p. 283, line 22Men and women crowding fast in the streets, if they are not flashes and specks what are they?
  306. p. 284, line 21What you wept for was translated, pass'd from the grave,
  307. p. 286, line 19What chemistry!
  308. p. 286, line 29Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once a catching disease.
  309. p. 287, line 12What we believe in waits latent forever through all the continents,
  310. p. 288, line 9I do not know what you are for, (I do not know what I am for myself, nor what any thing is for,)
  311. p. 288, line 17What vast-built cities, what orderly republics, what pastoral tribes and nomads,
  312. p. 288, line 18What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps transcending all others,
  313. p. 288, line 19What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions,
  314. p. 288, line 20What sort of marriage, what costumes, what physiology and phrenology,
  315. p. 288, line 21What of liberty and slavery among them, what they thought of death and the soul,
  316. 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.
  317. p. 289, line 16I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen world, counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world,
  318. p. 289, line 24All verges to it, all has reference to what ensues,
  319. p. 291, line 16What is prudence is indivisible,
  320. p. 294, line 10For spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it and from it?
  321. p. 294, line 11Thou, soul, unloosen'd—the restlessness after I know not what;
  322. p. 294, line 22WHAT may we chant, O thou within this tomb?
  323. p. 294, line 23What tablets, outlines, hang for thee, O millionnaire?
  324. p. 297, line 17O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
  325. p. 298, line 3Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies slumbering forever ready in all words.
  326. p. 299, line 3I see what you do not—I know what you do not.)
  327. p. 299, line 15What do you suppose creation is?
  328. p. 299, line 16What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?
  329. p. 299, line 17What do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways, but that man or woman is as good as God?
  330. p. 299, line 19And that that is what the oldest and newest myths finally mean?
  331. p. 300, line 20And often to me they are alive after what custom has served them, but nothing more,
  332. p. 301, line 23What stranger miracles are there?
  333. p. 303, line 9WHAT am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over;
  334. p. 304, line 4OTHERS may praise what they like;
  335. p. 304, line 19I cannot say to any person what I hear—I cannot say it to myself—it is very wonderful.
  336. p. 307, line 21How straight and square they stand on their legs—what fine sagacious eyes!
  337. p. 307, line 23What yearning expression! how uneasy they are when he moves away from them;
  338. p. 307, line 24Now I marvel what it can be he appears to them, (books, politics, poems, depart—all else departs,)
  339. p. 309, line 28What if one gift thou lackest? (the ultimate human problem never solving,)
  340. p. 309, line 29The gift of perfect women fit for thee—what if that gift of gifts thou lackest?
  341. p. 315, line 9Haply what thou hast heard O soul was not the sound of winds,
  342. p. 315, line 30For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?
  343. p. 318, line 21Who bind it to us? what is this separate Nature so unnatural?
  344. p. 318, line 22What is this earth to our affections? (unloving earth, without a throb to answer ours,
  345. p. 322, line 6What love than thine and ours could wider amplify?
  346. p. 322, line 7What aspirations, wishes, outvie thine and ours O soul?
  347. p. 322, line 8What dreams of the ideal? what plans of purity, perfection, strength?
  348. p. 322, line 9What cheerful willingness for others' sake to give up all?
  349. p. 324, line 16Or small or great I know not—haply what broad fields, what lands,
  350. p. 325, line 2What do I know of life? what of myself?
  351. p. 325, line 7And these things I see suddenly, what mean they?
  352. p. 326, line 14I saw that it was beautiful, and I see that what is not the earth is beautiful.
  353. p. 327, line 12Be careful darkness! already what was it touch'd me?
  354. p. 328, line 5What are you doing you ruffianly red-trickled waves?
  355. p. 329, line 9Now what my mother told me one day as we sat at dinner together,
  356. p. 331, line 13What has arrived is in its place and what waits shall be in its place,
  357. p. 334, line 21Had known what it was to be flush, grew low-spirited toward the last, sicken'd, was help'd by a contribution,
  358. p. 335, line 2The markets, the government, the working-man's wages, to think what account they are through our nights and days,
  359. p. 335, line 4The vulgar and the refined, what you call sin and what you call goodness, to think how wide a difference,
  360. p. 335, line 12To think there will still be farms, profits, crops, yet for you of what avail?
  361. p. 335, line 13What will be will be well, for what is is well,
  362. p. 337, line 17What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,
  363. p. 340, line 16Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were all? what were God?)
  364. p. 341, line 2And what I dream'd I will henceforth tell to every person and age,
  365. p. 341, line 3And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream'd,
  366. p. 342, line 10I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points,
  367. p. 342, line 17Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life, what at last finally remains?
  368. p. 342, line 18When shows break up what but One's-Self is sure?
  369. p. 343, line 10WHAT ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?
  370. p. 344, line 4O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;)
  371. p. 344, line 8You are to die—let others tell you what they please, I cannot prevaricate,
  372. p. 345, line 5I was thinking the day most splendid till I saw what the not-day exhibited,
  373. p. 345, line 13I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
  374. p. 347, line 8But greater still from what is yet to come,
  375. p. 348, line 1Brain of the New World, what a task is thine,
  376. p. 350, line 20The general inner earth so long so sedulously draped over, now hence for what it is boldly laid bare,
  377. p. 353, line 19Some milk-nosed maggot blessing what lets it wrig to its hole.
  378. p. 354, line 16And I knew for my consolation what they knew not,
  379. p. 354, line 23Out of this face emerge banners and horses—O superb! I see what is coming,
  380. p. 355, line 24I heard what the singers were singing so long,
  381. p. 357, line 1What charm thy music works! thou makest pass before me,
  382. p. 360, line 20Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,
  383. p. 362, line 4And that nothing fails its perfect return, and that what are called lies are perfect returns,
  384. p. 362, line 5And that each thing exactly represents itself and what has preceded it,
  385. p. 363, line 5What countless stores of beauty, love, ventur'd for it!
  386. p. 363, line 23And who has receiv'd the love of the most friends? for I know what it is to receive the passionate love of many friends,
  387. p. 364, line 3(For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes, the old, the incessant war?)
  388. p. 364, line 14Of the President with pale face asking secretly to himself, What will the people say at last?
  389. p. 365, line 13(We know not what the use O life, nor know the aim, the end, nor really aught we know,
  390. p. 365, line 16We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.
  391. p. 368, line 7WHAT best I see in thee,
  392. p. 369, line 18What else is so real as mine?
  393. p. 370, line 2A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me.
  394. p. 370, line 17What historic denouements are these we so rapidly approach?
  395. p. 371, line 5What whispers are these O lands, running ahead of you, passing under the seas?
  396. p. 371, line 9No one knows what will happen next, such portents fill the days and nights;
  397. p. 372, line 2My handsome tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride,
  398. p. 372, line 19But love is not over—and what love, O comrades!
  399. p. 373, line 18Of what Indiana, Kentucky, Arkansas, and the rest, are to be,
  400. p. 373, line 19Of what a few years will show there in Nebraska, Colorado, Nevada, and the rest,
  401. p. 374, line 1Of what the feuillage of America is the preparation for—and of what all sights, North, South, East and West, are,
  402. p. 374, line 13(O it lurks in me night and day—what is gain after all to savageness and freedom?)
  403. p. 374, line 23Illustrious what we name space, sphere of unnumber'd spirits,
  404. p. 379, line 2Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them,
  405. p. 379, line 24WHAT are those of the known but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
  406. p. 379, line 25And what are those of life but for Death?
  407. p. 380, line 11TO conclude, I announce what comes after me.
  408. p. 380, line 14When America does what was promis'd,
  409. p. 382, line 3What is there more, that I lag and pause and crouch extended with unshut mouth?
  410. p. 389, line 20What are the messages by you from distant stars to us? what Sirius'? what Capella's?
  411. p. 389, line 21What central heart—and you the pulse—vivifies all? what boundless aggregate of all?
  412. p. 389, line 22What subtle indirection and significance in you? what clue to all in you? what fluid, vast identity,
  413. p. 394, line 10What hurrying human tides, or day or night!
  414. p. 394, line 11What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim thy waters!
  415. p. 394, line 12What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee!
  416. p. 394, line 13What curious questioning glances—glints of love!
  417. p. 394, line 26Old age, and what it brings from all its past experiences.
  418. p. 401, line 12(Then what the told-out story of those twenty years? What of the future?)
  419. p. 403, line 18(O heaven! what flash and started endless train of all! compared indeed to that!
  420. p. 403, line 19What wretched shred e'en at the best of all!)
  421. p. 408, line 29[…] future—will this vast rich Union ever realize what itself cost, back there after all?—those hecatombs of battle-deaths […]
  422. p. 414, line 14Minister to speak to me, here and now, what word has never told, and cannot tell,
  423. p. 419, line 24(What is the part the wicked and the loathesome bear within earth's orbic scheme?)
  424. p. 421, line 16(What were all those, indeed, without thee, unseen soul? of what amount without thee?)
  425. p. 422, line 4Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,
  426. p. 422, line 14If we go anywhere we'll go together to meet what happens,
  427. p. 427, line 4[…] the Nineteenth Century, with the United States, and what they furnish as area and points of view, "Leaves of […]
  428. p. 427, line 19[…] not assume to do now, knowing more clearly what it means […]
  429. p. 428, line 19My Book and I—what a period we have presumed to span! those thirty years […]
  430. p. 428, line 26[…] the definition of Poetry, nor answer the question what it is. Like Religion, Love, Nature, while those terms are […]
  431. p. 429, line 28[…] a sufficient Nationality, or, on the other hand, what may be call'd the negative and lack of it, (as […]
  432. p. 430, line 34[…] in known history, and far, far greater through what they prelude and necessitate, and are to be in future […]
  433. p. 431, line 18[…] is not a denial and insult to democracy? What a comment it forms, anyhow, on this era of literary […]
  434. p. 431, line 23[…] arriere and darkness, or, at most, twilight dimness! What is there in those works that so imperiously and scornfully […]
  435. p. 433, line 44[…] from the occurrence of the Secession War, and what it show'd me as by flashes of lightning, with the […]
  436. p. 434, line 31[…] mood out of which he contemplates his subjects. What kind of temper and what amount of faith report these […]
  437. p. 434, line 32[…] contemplates his subjects. What kind of temper and what amount of faith report these things? Up to how recent […]
  438. p. 434, line 33[…] how recent a date is the song carried? What the equipment, and special raciness of the singer—what his […]
  439. p. 434, line 34[…] the equipment, and special raciness of the singer—what his tinge of coloring? The last value of artistic expressers […]
  440. p. 437, line 2[…] all, and over and beneath all. Ever since what might be call'd thought, or the budding of thought, fairly […]
  441. p. 438, line 2[…] latter, in answer to their questions (as to what school the work implied or belong'd,) "I do not believe […]
  442. p. 438, line 34[…] of the West, when it worthily rises—First, what Herder taught to the young Goethe, that really great poetry […]