Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “yet”

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  1. p. 9, line 2Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.
  2. p. 10, line 1(Yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last,) the field the world,
  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. 11, line 9Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be,
  5. p. 13, line 29Unfix'd yet fix'd,
  6. p. 13, line 34Shall yet maintain themselves, in higher stages yet,
  7. p. 13, line 35Shall mediate to the Modern, to Democracy, interpret yet to them,
  8. p. 15, line 4How people respond to them, yet know them not,
  9. p. 17, line 17(One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality,
  10. p. 17, line 20For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring,
  11. p. 22, line 10Who knows? they may rise from me yet, and soar above every thing.)
  12. p. 22, line 13I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough,
  13. p. 22, line 14None has ever yet adored or worship'd half enough,
  14. p. 23, line 5It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess, and yet it satisfies, it is great,
  15. p. 24, line 12I exultant to be ready for them will now shake out carols stronger and haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon earth.
  16. p. 26, line 21O death! O for all that, I am yet of you unseen this hour with irrepressible love,
  17. p. 26, line 29The Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me, and I yet with any of them,
  18. p. 27, line 1Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river, yet in my house of adobie,
  19. p. 27, line 2Yet returning eastward, yet in the Seaside State or in Maryland,
  20. p. 27, line 3Yet Kanadian cheerily braving the winter, the snow and ice welcome to me,
  21. p. 27, line 4Yet a true son either of Maine or of the Granite State, or the Narragansett Bay State, or the Empire State,
  22. p. 27, line 5Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same, yet welcoming every new brother,
  23. p. 27, line 9With me with firm holding, yet haste, haste on.
  24. p. 37, line 9You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
  25. p. 38, line 19And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me,
  26. p. 42, line 18A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons,
  27. p. 46, line 22Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves,
  28. p. 47, line 4Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified?
  29. p. 47, line 26Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling,
  30. p. 61, line 11The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo,)
  31. p. 63, line 20The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty,
  32. p. 66, line 31And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.
  33. p. 69, line 9But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring;
  34. p. 69, line 14The sky up there—yet here or next door, or across the way?
  35. p. 69, line 25Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and austere in the woods a gymnosophist,
  36. p. 70, line 14And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the same.
  37. p. 75, line 7I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
  38. p. 76, line 18I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
  39. p. 80, line 4Seeking something yet unfound though I have diligently sought it many a long year,
  40. p. 80, line 33From plenty of persons near and yet the right person not near,
  41. p. 81, line 11(Yet a moment O tender waiter, and I return,)
  42. p. 85, line 27And wonders within there yet.
  43. p. 88, line 7Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.
  44. p. 92, line 22As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
  45. p. 94, line 14Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there who detain'd me for love of me,
  46. p. 95, line 2Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
  47. p. 95, line 11And why is it yet unfound?)
  48. p. 95, line 22Clear to me now standards not yet publish'd, clear to me that my soul,
  49. p. 96, line 2Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, yet contains all the rest,
  50. p. 96, line 19Yet you are beautiful to me you faint tinged roots, you make me think of death,
  51. p. 99, line 21Alone I had thought, yet soon a troop gathers around me,
  52. p. 101, line 6The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real something has yet to be known,
  53. p. 102, line 5Yet underneath Socrates clearly see, and underneath Christ the divine I see,
  54. p. 105, line 17Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love,
  55. p. 106, line 5Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;
  56. p. 108, line 15HERE the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting,
  57. p. 108, line 17And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.
  58. p. 110, line 17Yet out of that I have written these songs.)
  59. p. 110, line 19Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins,
  60. p. 112, line 2To you yet unborn these, seeking you.
  61. p. 122, line 15O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,
  62. p. 123, line 27They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.
  63. p. 125, line 22Allons! yet take warning!
  64. p. 127, line 9To see no possession but you may possess it, enjoying all without labor or purchase, abstracting the feast yet not abstracting one particle of it,
  65. p. 129, line 16The simple, compact, well-join'd scheme, myself disintegrated, every one disintegrated yet part of the scheme,
  66. p. 130, line 12Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood yet was hurried,
  67. p. 132, line 15Saw many I loved in the street or ferry-boat or public assembly, yet never told them a word,
  68. p. 132, line 20Closer yet I approach you,
  69. p. 133, line 19Be firm, rail over the river, to support those who lean idly, yet haste with the hasting current;
  70. p. 138, line 3They prepare for death, yet are they not the finish, but rather the outset,
  71. p. 139, line 7The hawk sailing where men have not yet sail'd, the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes,
  72. p. 147, line 10Yet O my soul supreme!
  73. p. 147, line 13Joys of the solitary walk, the spirit bow'd yet proud, the suffering and the struggle?
  74. p. 147, line 29How it is I know not—yet behold! the something which obeys none of the rest,
  75. p. 147, line 30It is offensive, never defensive—yet how magnetic it draws.
  76. p. 157, line 9She less guarded than ever, yet more guarded than ever,
  77. p. 160, line 5And yet the same old human race, the same within, without,
  78. p. 160, line 22Around a palace, loftier, fairer, ampler than any yet,
  79. p. 163, line 14Thy offspring towering e'er so high, yet higher Thee above all towering,
  80. p. 167, line 13(Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and scaffolds everywhere,)
  81. p. 169, line 8Fresh come, to a new world indeed, yet long prepared,
  82. p. 171, line 3I bring what you much need yet always have,
  83. p. 171, line 11You may read in many languages, yet read nothing about it,
  84. p. 171, line 20And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain contingency.
  85. p. 177, line 4I speak not, yet if you hear me not of what avail am I to you?
  86. p. 181, line 2Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
  87. p. 181, line 13Yet again, lo! the soul, above all science,
  88. p. 181, line 27Electric, antiseptic yet, cleaving, suffusing all,
  89. p. 184, line 11O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,
  90. p. 184, line 23Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,
  91. p. 186, line 3Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
  92. p. 188, line 8A harsh discordant natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother's heart closer than any yet.
  93. p. 189, line 5For I guess there is latent music yet in France, floods of it,
  94. p. 189, line 10I will yet sing a song for you ma femme.
  95. p. 195, line 18I chant projected a thousand blooming cities yet in time on those groups of sea-islands,
  96. p. 197, line 8A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,
  97. p. 202, line 28But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet untouch'd, untold, altogether unreach'd,
  98. p. 206, line 3Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
  99. p. 212, line 6Yet behind all lowering stealing, lo, a shape,
  100. p. 213, line 14Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain,
  101. p. 214, line 11Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become supplied—and of what will yet be supplied,
  102. p. 214, line 12Because all I see and know I believe to have its main purport in what will yet be supplied.
  103. p. 216, line 15Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull,
  104. p. 219, line 4Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for reasons;
  105. p. 220, line 19(Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does she speak to detain him,)
  106. p. 225, line 7Point this day, leaving all the rest, to us over all—and yet we know not why,
  107. p. 226, line 4Yet louder, higher, stronger, bard! yet farther, wider cleave!
  108. p. 227, line 20Insensate! insensate! (yet I at any rate chant you,) O banner!
  109. p. 228, line 8Out of reach, an idea only, yet furiously fought for, risking bloody death, loved by me,
  110. p. 229, line 4These, and such as these, I, elate, saw—saw with wonder, yet pensive and masterful,
  111. p. 229, line 6Yet there with my soul I fed, I fed content, supercilious.
  112. p. 229, line 22(Yet a mournful wail and low sob I fancied I heard through the dark,
  113. p. 229, line 25And do you rise higher than ever yet O days, O cities!
  114. p. 229, line 26Crash heavier, heavier yet O storms! you have done me good,
  115. p. 231, line 12I chant and celebrate all that is yours—yet peace no more,
  116. p. 231, line 27The troops are but drilling, they are yet surrounded with smiles,
  117. p. 233, line 16It sickens me yet, that slaughter!
  118. p. 237, line 9O this is not our son's writing, yet his name is sign'd,
  119. p. 240, line 12Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming?
  120. p. 240, line 20The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to lose—yet this sign left,
  121. p. 241, line 1Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone, or in the crowded street,
  122. p. 241, line 10Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me,
  123. p. 242, line 10Enter the captur'd works—yet lo, like a swift-running river they fade,
  124. p. 242, line 12(Both I remember well—many the hardships, few the joys, yet I was content.)
  125. p. 242, line 29I am firm with each, the pangs are sharp yet unavoidable,
  126. p. 243, line 2Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you.
  127. p. 243, line 6Hard the breathing rattles, quite glazed already the eye, yet life struggles hard,
  128. p. 243, line 13And has not yet look'd on it.
  129. p. 243, line 22These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my breast a fire, a burning flame.)
  130. p. 244, line 8(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse really are?)
  131. p. 244, line 22While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city,
  132. p. 245, line 3Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich'd of soul, you give me forever faces;
  133. p. 245, line 16Some, their time up, returning with thinn'd ranks, young, yet very old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;)
  134. p. 247, line 2Be not dishearten'd, affection shall solve the problems of freedom yet,
  135. p. 247, line 4They shall yet make Columbia victorious.
  136. p. 247, line 5Sons of the Mother of All, you shall yet be victorious,
  137. p. 247, line 6You shall yet laugh to scorn the attacks of all the remainder of the earth.
  138. p. 247, line 24(Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,)
  139. p. 249, line 24Beauty, knowledge, inure not to me—yet there are two or three things inure to me,
  140. p. 253, line 3Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering pressing,)
  141. p. 253, line 9As the muskets of the young men yet lean over their shoulders,
  142. p. 255, line 9I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
  143. p. 259, line 11You only I hear—yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)
  144. p. 259, line 12Yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me.
  145. p. 262, line 2Victorious song, death's outlet song, yet varying ever-altering song,
  146. p. 262, line 3As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling, flooding the night,
  147. p. 262, line 4Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again bursting with joy,
  148. p. 262, line 12Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night,
  149. p. 264, line 5And strike up the marches of Libertad, marches more powerful yet,
  150. p. 264, line 7(Democracy, the destin'd conqueror, yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere,
  151. p. 269, line 8Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?)
  152. p. 275, line 22America isolated yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself?
  153. 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.)
  154. p. 276, line 17Yet bards of latent armies, a million soldiers waiting ever-ready,
  155. p. 277, line 29Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable,
  156. p. 280, line 12(Yet the heroes never surpass'd shall never return,
  157. p. 280, line 17No holiday soldiers—youthful, yet veterans,
  158. p. 281, line 24The Mother of All, yet here as ever she watches you.
  159. p. 282, line 4Yet but for thee O Powerful, not a scythe might swing as now in security,
  160. p. 284, line 14Yet a word ancient mother,
  161. p. 286, line 6Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!
  162. p. 287, line 7COURAGE yet, my brother or my sister!
  163. p. 288, line 23Not a mark, not a record remains—and yet all remains.
  164. p. 289, line 2Afar they stand, yet near to me they stand,
  165. p. 289, line 16I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen world, counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world,
  166. p. 298, line 15Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras,
  167. p. 301, line 16The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
  168. p. 306, line 15Miserable! yet for thy errors, vanities, sins, I will not now rebuke thee,
  169. p. 307, line 14Yet see you! how soon his rage subsides—how soon this tamer tames him;
  170. p. 309, line 12(Yet strangely fitting even here, meanings unknown before,
  171. p. 310, line 3Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories!
  172. p. 312, line 25Across the stage with pallor on her face, yet lurid passion,
  173. p. 315, line 25Yet first to sound, and ever sound, the cry with thee O soul,
  174. p. 317, line 1In one again, different, (yet thine, all thine, O soul, the same,)
  175. p. 318, line 24Yet soul be sure the first intent remains, and shall be carried out,
  176. p. 320, line 1The first travelers famous yet, Marco Polo, Batouta the Moor,
  177. p. 323, line 7For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go,
  178. p. 327, line 9I feel the hot moisture yet that he left me.
  179. p. 328, line 13Confused, a past-reading, another, but with darkness yet.
  180. p. 335, line 3To think that other working-men will make just as great account of them, yet we make little or no account.
  181. p. 335, line 5To think the difference will still continue to others, yet we lie beyond the difference.
  182. p. 335, line 12To think there will still be farms, profits, crops, yet for you of what avail?
  183. p. 337, line 19Slowly and surely they have pass'd on to this, and slowly and surely they yet pass on.
  184. p. 339, line 8Aged beyond computation, yet ever new, ever with those mighty laws rolling,
  185. p. 341, line 8YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also,
  186. p. 343, line 1THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long untaught I did not hear,
  187. p. 346, line 21Thou varied chain of different States, yet one identity only,
  188. p. 347, line 8But greater still from what is yet to come,
  189. p. 348, line 7And yet thou living present brain, heir of the dead, the Old World brain,
  190. p. 349, line 7Yet in beginning only, incalculable masses of composite precious materials,
  191. p. 349, line 11Thou wonder world yet undefined, unform'd, neither do I define thee,
  192. p. 349, line 27Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but certain,
  193. p. 354, line 21The Lord advances, and yet advances,
  194. p. 358, line 9(Yet 'mid the ruins Pride colossal stands unshaken to the last,
  195. p. 358, line 12Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet,
  196. p. 359, line 9Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering;
  197. p. 362, line 13And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the world incessantly,
  198. p. 362, line 16Costless, vouchsafed to each, yet never man the owner,
  199. p. 362, line 18Which sculptor never chisel'd yet, nor painter painted,
  200. p. 362, line 29Hiding yet lingering.
  201. p. 362, line 31Two words, yet all from first to last comprised in it.
  202. p. 363, line 12Haply God's riddle it, so vague and yet so certain,
  203. p. 364, line 9Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth,
  204. p. 364, line 10It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies beneath me,
  205. p. 364, line 11It shall yet stand up the soldier of ultimate victory.
  206. p. 365, line 10Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come,
  207. p. 365, line 16We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.
  208. p. 366, line 26Continues yet the old, old legend of our race,
  209. p. 367, line 28Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death,
  210. p. 369, line 4Now thou stridest on, yet perhaps in time toward denser wars,
  211. p. 370, line 7Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?—and yet it is enough, O soul;
  212. p. 372, line 11Faces so pale with wondrous eyes, very dear, gather closer yet,
  213. p. 373, line 5How many hold despairingly yet to the models departed, caste, myths, obedience, compulsion, and to infidelity,
  214. p. 374, line 4Of the present, passing, departing—of the growth of completer men than any yet,
  215. p. 374, line 6Of mighty inland cities yet unsurvey'd and unsuspected,
  216. p. 376, line 16To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,
  217. p. 377, line 3Yet certain remembrances of the war for you, and after you,
  218. p. 380, line 3Now Voyager depart, (much, much for thee is yet in store,)
  219. p. 380, line 23While my pleasure is yet at the full I whisper So long!
  220. p. 381, line 5I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.
  221. p. 381, line 24To ages and ages yet the growth of the seed leaving,
  222. p. 384, line 26[…] Swell—Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning—And Yet Not You Alone—Proudly the Flood Comes In—By That […]
  223. p. 386, line 6Of me myself—the jocund heart yet beating in my breast,
  224. p. 386, line 8The burning fires down in my sluggish blood not yet extinct,
  225. p. 387, line 4Or placid skies and sun? Wilt stir the waters yet?
  226. p. 390, line 13And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb,
  227. p. 391, line 6And haply yet some drop within God's scheme's ensemble—some wave, or part of wave,
  228. p. 391, line 21Yet more than all Rome's wars of old, or modern Napoleon's:) the peaceful choice of all,
  229. p. 392, line 11Thy lonely state—something thou ever seek'st and seek'st, yet never gain'st,
  230. p. 397, line 9Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest—namely, One's- Self—a simple, separate person. That, for the use of the New World, I sing.
  231. p. 398, line 17We never met, and ne'er shall meet—and yet our souls embrace, long, close and long;)
  232. p. 399, line 5Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed, and yet the same,
  233. p. 401, line 13A lesser proof than old Voltaire's, yet greater,
  234. p. 402, line 5Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest,
  235. p. 408, line 2[…] behave myself quiet, and while away the days yet assign'd, and discover if there is anything for the said […]
  236. p. 408, line 10[…] part of some frolicsome wave, or for sporting yet like a kid or kitten—probably a streak of physical […]
  237. p. 409, line 8Spurning all yet tried ports, seas, hawsers, densities, gravitation,
  238. p. 410, line 20Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all.
  239. p. 411, line 1SOMEHOW I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is,
  240. p. 411, line 11It is not yet dead to me, nor even pallid.
  241. p. 412, line 3But we 'll make race a-time upon the seas—a battle-contest yet! bear lively there!
  242. p. 414, line 5Thou, nestling, folding close and firm yet soft, companion better than talk, book, art,
  243. p. 415, line 29An old man's garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
  244. p. 415, line 30Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.
  245. p. 417, line 14Dash'd pell-mell by the blow—yet usher'd life continuing on,
  246. p. 418, line 14And from within a thought and lesson yet.
  247. p. 419, line 3May-be at many and many-a-more removes—yet Allah, Allah, Allah is there.
  248. p. 420, line 26I sing of life, yet mind me well of death:
  249. p. 421, line 9Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print—something lacking,
  250. p. 421, line 10(Who knows? the best yet unexpress'd and lacking.)
  251. p. 422, line 11Yet let me not be too hasty,
  252. p. 425, line 15[…] apparently arrived, and we seem'd certainly going down—yet reaching port in a sufficient way through all discomfitures at […]
  253. p. 425, line 33[…] the book and myself as author of it yet shows mark'd anger and contempt more than anything else—("I […]
  254. p. 429, line 7[…] trains of presuppositions, often entirely unmention'd by themselves, yet supplying the most important bases of them, and without which […]
  255. p. 431, line 29[…] being the loftiest of the singers life has yet given voice to. All, however, relate to and rest upon […]
  256. p. 432, line 29[…] one thousand page octavo volume (I have it yet,) containing Walter Scott's poetry entire—an inexhaustible mine and treasury […]
  257. p. 435, line 9[…] the centuries of European feudalism) it has not yet appear'd. I have allow'd the stress of my poems from […]
  258. p. 438, line 38[…] few; Second, that the strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung […]