Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “your”

your 363 Back to Y

  1. p. 10, line 21Then falter not O book, fulfil your destiny,
  2. p. 10, line 26Speed on my book! spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves,
  3. p. 17, line 19SHUT not your doors to me proud libraries,
  4. p. 17, line 20For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring,
  5. p. 20, line 10Make welcome for them everywhere, for they are your own offspring,
  6. p. 22, line 23Your ambition or business whatever it may be?
  7. p. 23, line 26I take to your reckless and composite chords, add to them, and cheerfully pass them forward.
  8. p. 24, line 14And your songs outlaw'd offenders, for I scan you with kindred eyes, and carry you with me the same as any.
  9. p. 25, line 9See, your own shape and countenance, persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks and sands.
  10. p. 25, line 12Of your real body and any man's or woman's real body,
  11. p. 25, line 19Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it!
  12. p. 25, line 21Daughter of the lands did you wait for your poet?
  13. p. 27, line 10For your life adhere to me,
  14. p. 30, line 17You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
  15. p. 32, line 16Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
  16. p. 32, line 18Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice.
  17. p. 32, line 20How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me,
  18. p. 32, line 21And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
  19. p. 37, line 9You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
  20. p. 38, line 11Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?
  21. p. 41, line 5(Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you;)
  22. p. 44, line 11All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own,
  23. p. 46, line 11Smile, for your lover comes.
  24. p. 46, line 15I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,
  25. p. 47, line 26Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling,
  26. p. 49, line 11You my rich blood! your milky stream pale strippings of my life!
  27. p. 49, line 13My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!
  28. p. 50, line 26I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you.
  29. p. 53, line 3Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me.
  30. p. 55, line 13Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?
  31. p. 64, line 3You laggards there on guard! look to your arms!
  32. p. 65, line 10Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.
  33. p. 65, line 22Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask—lie over!
  34. p. 66, line 6Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you,
  35. p. 66, line 7Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets,
  36. p. 66, line 22By God, you shall not go down! hang your whole weight upon me.
  37. p. 68, line 8Easily written loose-finger'd chords—I feel the thrum of your climax and close.
  38. p. 69, line 11The well-taken photographs—but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?
  39. p. 74, line 1Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth,
  40. p. 74, line 3If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
  41. p. 74, line 13But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.
  42. p. 74, line 15Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
  43. p. 74, line 16You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.
  44. p. 74, line 19To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.
  45. p. 75, line 9My words itch at your ears till you understand them.
  46. p. 75, line 12Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins to be loosen'd.)
  47. p. 76, line 14And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
  48. p. 78, line 25If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
  49. p. 79, line 3And filter and fibre your blood.
  50. p. 80, line 1O for you whoever you are your correlative body! O it, more than all else, you delighting!)
  51. p. 84, line 10Be not ashamed women, your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest,
  52. p. 87, line 17All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body or of any one's body, male or female,
  53. p. 92, line 24Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love.
  54. p. 94, line 11I come forthwith in your midst, I will be your poet,
  55. p. 94, line 21Winds of autumn, as I walk'd the woods at dusk I heard your long-stretch'd sighs up above so mournful,
  56. p. 95, line 15Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,
  57. p. 96, line 15O I do not know whether many passing by will discover you or inhale your faint odor, but I believe a few will;
  58. p. 96, line 16O slender leaves! O blossoms of my blood! I permit you to tell in your own way of the heart that is under you,
  59. p. 96, line 28Do not fold yourself so in your pink-tinged roots timid leaves!
  60. p. 97, line 9Give me your tone therefore O death, that I may accord with it,
  61. p. 97, line 27You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect to be your sole and exclusive standard,
  62. p. 97, line 28Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
  63. p. 97, line 29The whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the lives around you would have to be abandon'd,
  64. p. 98, line 1Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let go your hand from my shoulders,
  65. p. 98, line 2Put me down and depart on your way.
  66. p. 98, line 9Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,
  67. p. 98, line 12Or if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
  68. p. 98, line 13Where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip,
  69. p. 98, line 28Therefore release me and depart on your way.
  70. p. 101, line 18A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,
  71. p. 103, line 14Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
  72. p. 103, line 15Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
  73. p. 105, line 1Let them know your scarlet heat, let them glisten,
  74. p. 105, line 4Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops.
  75. p. 105, line 6City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious,
  76. p. 105, line 7Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your spectacles, repay me,
  77. p. 105, line 8Not the interminable rows of your houses, nor the ships at the wharves,
  78. p. 105, line 11Not those, but as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love,
  79. p. 106, line 14I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
  80. p. 106, line 15You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
  81. p. 110, line 19Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins,
  82. p. 111, line 5I ascend, I float in the regions of your love O man,
  83. p. 111, line 15As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
  84. p. 111, line 16Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
  85. p. 112, line 5Fancying how happy you were if I could be with you and become your comrade;
  86. p. 119, line 1You Bokh horse-herd watching your mares and stallions feeding!
  87. p. 119, line 4You women of the earth subordinated at your tasks!
  88. p. 119, line 5You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk to stand once on Syrian ground!
  89. p. 119, line 6You other Jews waiting in all lands for your Messiah!
  90. p. 119, line 9You sheiks along the stretch from Suez to Bab-el-mandeb ruling your families and tribes!
  91. p. 119, line 10You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Nazareth, Damascus, or lake Tiberias!
  92. p. 119, line 25You poor koboo whom the meanest of the rest look down upon for all your glimmering language and spirituality!
  93. p. 119, line 27You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with protrusive lip, groveling, seeking your food!
  94. p. 122, line 7From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.
  95. p. 125, line 20From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests.
  96. p. 127, line 11To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through,
  97. p. 127, line 14To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave them behind you,
  98. p. 128, line 21What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature?
  99. p. 133, line 9Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me!
  100. p. 133, line 25Burn high your fires, foundry chimneys! cast black shadows at nightfall! cast red and yellow light over the tops of the houses!
  101. p. 134, line 3About my body for me, and your body for you, be hung our divinest aromas,
  102. p. 134, line 4Thrive, cities—bring your freight, bring your shows, ample and sufficient rivers,
  103. p. 134, line 6Keep your places, objects than which none else is more lasting.
  104. p. 134, line 12You furnish your parts toward eternity,
  105. p. 134, line 13Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.
  106. p. 147, line 4To confront with your personality all the other personalities of the earth.
  107. p. 153, line 20What is your money-making now? what can it do now?
  108. p. 153, line 21What is your respectability now?
  109. p. 153, line 22What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-books, now?
  110. p. 153, line 23Where are your jibes of being now?
  111. p. 153, line 24Where are your cavils about the soul now?
  112. p. 158, line 14Placard " Removed " and "To Let" on the rocks of your snowy Parnassus,
  113. p. 158, line 16The same on the walls of your German, French and Spanish castles, and Italian collections,
  114. p. 161, line 3Materials here under your eye shall change their shape as if by magic,
  115. p. 161, line 17(This, this and these, America, shall be your pyramids and obelisks,
  116. p. 161, line 18Your Alexandrian Pharos, gardens of Babylon,
  117. p. 161, line 19Your temple at Olympia.)
  118. p. 161, line 25In your vast state vaster than all the old,
  119. p. 163, line 22And by the spells which ye vouchsafe to those your ministers in earnest,
  120. p. 167, line 23You hidden national will lying in your abysms, conceal'd but ever alert,
  121. p. 167, line 27Here build your homes for good, establish here, these areas entire, lands of the Western shore,
  122. p. 167, line 29For man of you, your characteristic race,
  123. p. 169, line 6In man of you, more than your mountain peaks or stalwart trees imperial,
  124. p. 169, line 7In woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even vital air.
  125. p. 170, line 2If you bestow gifts on your brother or dearest friend I demand as good as your brother or dearest friend,
  126. p. 170, line 3If your lover, husband, wife, is welcome by day or night, I must be personally as welcome,
  127. p. 170, line 4If you become degraded, criminal, ill, then I become so for your sake,
  128. p. 170, line 5If you remember your foolish and outlaw'd deeds, do you think I cannot remember my own foolish and outlaw'd deeds?
  129. p. 170, line 14Or from frivolity or impotence, or that you are no scholar and never saw your name in print,
  130. p. 171, line 9It is for you whoever you are, it is no farther from you than your hearing and sight are from you,
  131. p. 172, line 1Have you reckon'd them for your trade or farm-work? or for the profits of your store?
  132. p. 174, line 19The hourly routine of your own or any man's life, the shop, yard, store, or factory,
  133. p. 175, line 1These shows all near you by day and night—workman! whoever you are, your daily life!
  134. p. 175, line 4In them, not yourself—you and your soul enclose all things, regardless of estimation,
  135. p. 175, line 15You workwomen and workmen of these States having your own divine and strong life,
  136. p. 176, line 5Were you thinking that those were the words, those delicious sounds out of your friends' mouths?
  137. p. 177, line 7Will you rot your own fruit in yourself there?
  138. p. 183, line 6Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
  139. p. 183, line 7Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?
  140. p. 184, line 14Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress, (bend your heads all,)
  141. p. 185, line 26(Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your work,)
  142. p. 186, line 3Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
  143. p. 186, line 7Swift! to the head of the army!—swift! spring to your places,
  144. p. 186, line 10I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands,
  145. p. 186, line 11Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
  146. p. 186, line 12Your true soul and body appear before me,
  147. p. 186, line 15I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
  148. p. 187, line 6You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life,
  149. p. 187, line 7Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,
  150. p. 187, line 9(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?)
  151. p. 187, line 22Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard!
  152. p. 188, line 2Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain, passion, dissolution.
  153. p. 188, line 3The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency,
  154. p. 189, line 24(Who are you? and what are you secretly guilty of all your life?
  155. p. 189, line 25Will you turn aside all your life? will you grub and chatter all your life?
  156. p. 190, line 21I would bind in words retrospective some of your deeds and signs,
  157. p. 190, line 22I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad,
  158. p. 190, line 25I stood very near you old man when cool and indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold;)
  159. p. 191, line 1I would sing in my copious song your census returns of the States,
  160. p. 191, line 2The tables of population and products, I would sing of your ships and their cargoes,
  161. p. 191, line 6(Remember you surging Manhattan's crowds as you pass'd with your cortege of nobles?
  162. p. 191, line 16Your chants, O year all mottled with evil and good—year of forebodings!
  163. p. 191, line 19What am I myself but one of your meteors?
  164. p. 193, line 1In the name of these States and in your and my name, the Past,
  165. p. 193, line 2And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.
  166. p. 193, line 5(For the sake of him I typify, for the common average man's sake, your sake if you are he,)
  167. p. 194, line 27The coast you henceforth are facing—you Libertad! from your Western golden shores,
  168. p. 196, line 6Bend your proud neck to the long-off mother now sending messages over the archipelagoes to you,
  169. p. 196, line 7Bend your proud neck low for once, young Libertad.
  170. p. 196, line 12They shall now also march obediently eastward for your sake Libertad.
  171. p. 196, line 21From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard,
  172. p. 197, line 23Pour down your warmth, great sun!
  173. p. 199, line 5What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?
  174. p. 200, line 29Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? or is it really to me?
  175. p. 201, line 15Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?
  176. p. 203, line 11I too have bubbled up, floated the measureless float, and been wash'd on your shores,
  177. p. 203, line 14I throw myself upon your breast my father,
  178. p. 203, line 18Touch me with your lips as I touch those I love,
  179. p. 203, line 21Cease not your moaning you fierce old mother,
  180. p. 203, line 22Endlessly cry for your castaways, but fear not, deny not me,
  181. p. 204, line 12Whoever you are, we too lie in drifts at your feet.
  182. p. 206, line 12With these kisses let me remove your tears,
  183. p. 208, line 13Flaunt out O sea your separate flags of nations!
  184. p. 210, line 11Does the ague convulse your limbs? do you mistake your crutches for firelocks and level them?
  185. p. 210, line 12If you blind your eyes with tears you will not see the President's marshal,
  186. p. 210, line 14For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be,
  187. p. 210, line 15Here gape your great grandsons, their wives gaze at them from the windows,
  188. p. 210, line 20To your graves—back—back to the hills old limpers!
  189. p. 211, line 2Up with your anchor—shake out your sails—steer straight toward Boston bay.
  190. p. 211, line 9You have got your revenge, old buster—the crown is come to its own, and more than its own.
  191. p. 211, line 10Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan—you are a made man from this day,
  192. p. 211, line 11You are mighty cute—and here is one of your bargains.
  193. p. 219, line 2What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North, your arctic freezings!)
  194. p. 219, line 14How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard in their stead,
  195. p. 220, line 23(Silent cannons, soon to cease your silence,
  196. p. 221, line 11Often in peace and wealth you were pensive or covertly frown'd amid all your children,
  197. p. 221, line 16But as a strong man erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, carrying a rifle on your shoulder,
  198. p. 221, line 17With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands, with a knife in the belt at your side,
  199. p. 221, line 18As I heard you shouting loud, your sonorous voice ringing across the continent,
  200. p. 221, line 19Your masculine voice O year, as rising amid the great cities,
  201. p. 221, line 25Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs clothed in blue, bearing weapons, robust year,
  202. p. 222, line 1Heard your determin'd voice launch'd forth again and again,
  203. p. 227, line 19I hear from above O pennant of war your ironical call and demand,
  204. p. 228, line 3Running up out of the night, bringing your cluster of stars, (ever-enlarging stars,)
  205. p. 228, line 14RISE O days from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep,
  206. p. 229, line 27My soul prepared in the mountains absorbs your immortal strong nutriment,
  207. p. 231, line 8Fear not—submit to no models but your own O city!
  208. p. 231, line 14War, red war is my song through your streets, O city!
  209. p. 231, line 15GIVE me your hand old Revolutionary,
  210. p. 231, line 17Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your hundred and extra years,
  211. p. 231, line 18You can walk old man, though your eyes are almost done,
  212. p. 231, line 19Your faculties serve you, and presently I must have them serve me.
  213. p. 232, line 5You to speak in your turn, and I to listen and tell.
  214. p. 232, line 6When I clutch'd your hand it was not with terror,
  215. p. 235, line 7Ah, hills and slopes of Brooklyn! I perceive you are more valuable than your owners supposed;
  216. p. 238, line 3One look I but gave which your dear eyes return'd with a look I shall never forget,
  217. p. 238, line 4One touch of your hand to mine O boy, reach'd up as you lay on the ground,
  218. p. 238, line 7Found you in death so cold dear comrade, found your body son of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)
  219. p. 238, line 8Bared your face in the starlight, curious the scene, cool blew the moderate night-wind,
  220. p. 238, line 12Then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my chin in my hands,
  221. p. 238, line 16Vigil final for you brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your death,
  222. p. 241, line 10Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me,
  223. p. 242, line 7What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden your talking recalls,
  224. p. 244, line 7And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse really are,
  225. p. 244, line 8(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse really are?)
  226. p. 244, line 19Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities!
  227. p. 245, line 1Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets,
  228. p. 245, line 6Keep your splendid silent sun,
  229. p. 245, line 7Keep your woods O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods,
  230. p. 245, line 8Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and orchards,
  231. p. 246, line 30O moon immense with your silvery face you soothe me!
  232. p. 249, line 6With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare bony feet?
  233. p. 249, line 18Why wag your head with turban bound, yellow, red and green?
  234. p. 250, line 19Pour down your unstinted nimbus sacred moon.
  235. p. 251, line 15AS I lay with my head in your lap camerado,
  236. p. 253, line 2Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets;
  237. p. 253, line 8As your ranks, your immortal ranks, return, return from the battles,
  238. p. 253, line 16Leave me your pulses of rage—bequeath them to me—fill me with currents convulsive,
  239. p. 253, line 27Your mission is fulfill'd—but I, more warlike,
  240. p. 254, line 16Then turn, and be not alarm'd O Libertad—turn your undying face,
  241. p. 257, line 25O singer bashful and tender, I hear your notes, I hear your call,
  242. p. 259, line 5Sing from the swamps, the recesses, pour your chant from the bushes,
  243. p. 259, line 7Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song,
  244. p. 263, line 4This arm beneath your head!
  245. p. 265, line 9Crying, Leap from your seats and contend for your lives!
  246. p. 265, line 12Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?
  247. p. 268, line 4On and on to the grapple with it—Assassin! then your life or ours be the stake, and respite no more.
  248. p. 268, line 7I mark the new aureola around your head,
  249. p. 268, line 10And your port immovable where you stand,
  250. p. 268, line 12And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly crush'd beneath you,
  251. p. 268, line 19O days of the future I believe in you—I isolate myself for your sake,
  252. p. 270, line 16I stand again in leaden rain your flapping folds saluting,
  253. p. 271, line 9Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls, fierce contentions? are you very strong? are you really of the whole People?
  254. p. 271, line 24Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside?
  255. p. 272, line 22Are your body, days, manners, superb? after death you shall be superb,
  256. p. 273, line 18(Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful?
  257. p. 274, line 1(Mother! with subtle sense severe, with the naked sword in your hand,
  258. p. 275, line 10(Democracy, while weapons were everywhere aim'd at your breast,
  259. p. 275, line 11I saw you serenely give birth to immortal children, saw in dreams your dilating form,
  260. p. 275, line 26(Mother, bend down, bend close to me your face,
  261. 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.)
  262. p. 276, line 15To cheer O Mother your boundless expectant soul.
  263. p. 277, line 29Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable,
  264. p. 279, line 19(Pass, pass, ye proud brigades, with your tramping sinewy legs,
  265. p. 279, line 20With your shoulders young and strong, with your knapsacks and your muskets;
  266. p. 279, line 25O you regiments so piteous, with your mortal diarrhoea, with your fever,
  267. p. 279, line 27Lo, your pallid army follows.)
  268. p. 280, line 10Your memories rising glide silently by me.
  269. p. 280, line 26Not there your victory on those red shuddering fields,
  270. p. 280, line 27But here and hence your victory.
  271. p. 280, line 29Resolve ye back again, give up for good your deadly arms,
  272. p. 284, line 15You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with forehead between your knees,
  273. p. 284, line 16O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white hair so dishevel'd,
  274. p. 284, line 20Even while you wept there by your fallen harp by the grave,
  275. p. 296, line 3Nor by your streams alone, you rivers,
  276. p. 296, line 4By you, your banks Connecticut,
  277. p. 296, line 5By you and all your teeming life old Thames,
  278. p. 297, line 3To draw and clinch your soul for once inseparably with mine,
  279. p. 298, line 5Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you,
  280. p. 298, line 6I do not sound your name, but I understand you,
  281. p. 298, line 21You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs or obscene in your rooms,
  282. p. 302, line 14Do you not see how it would serve to have such a body and soul that when you enter the crowd an atmosphere of desire and command enters with you, and every one is impress'd with your Personality?
  283. p. 302, line 17Rest not till you rivet and publish yourself of your own Personality.
  284. p. 303, line 11To you your name also;
  285. p. 303, line 12Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name?
  286. p. 308, line 17Cast you the real reckoning for your present?
  287. p. 308, line 18The lights and shadows of your future, good or evil?
  288. p. 309, line 4Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my country;
  289. p. 309, line 6From these your future song may rise with joyous trills,
  290. p. 318, line 31Then not your deeds only O voyagers, O scientists and inventors, shall be justified,
  291. p. 322, line 22Passage to you, your shores, ye aged fierce enigmas!
  292. p. 335, line 7Do you enjoy yourself in the city? or engaged in business? or planning a nomination and election? or with your wife and family?
  293. p. 335, line 8Or with your mother and sisters? or in womanly housework? or the beautiful maternal cares?
  294. p. 335, line 11Your farm, profits, crops—to think how engross'd you are,
  295. p. 335, line 21It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father, it is to identify you,
  296. p. 341, line 16I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you,
  297. p. 341, line 17I approach, hear, behold, the sad mouth, the look out of the eyes, your mute inquiry,
  298. p. 342, line 14Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me,
  299. p. 346, line 9(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,
  300. p. 346, line 10Strong is your hold O love.)
  301. p. 346, line 13I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies;
  302. p. 354, line 9Features of my equals would you trick me with your creas'd and cadaverous march?
  303. p. 354, line 11I see your rounded never-erased flow,
  304. p. 354, line 12I see 'neath the rims of your haggard and mean disguises.
  305. p. 355, line 17Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my breast and shoulders.
  306. p. 366, line 8Again old heart so gay, again to you, your sense, the full flush spring returning,
  307. p. 366, line 14Lave subtly with your waters every line Potomac!
  308. p. 367, line 28Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death,
  309. p. 368, line 2All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy banner;
  310. p. 370, line 10Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas,
  311. p. 371, line 13Your dreams O years, how they penetrate through me! (I know not whether I sleep or wake;)
  312. p. 371, line 18The war resumes, again to my sense your shapes,
  313. p. 375, line 25I take your strong chords, intersperse them, and cheerfully pass them forward.
  314. p. 377, line 15And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees,
  315. p. 381, line 16Hasten throat and sound your last,
  316. p. 382, line 11I spring from the pages into your arms—decease calls me forth.
  317. p. 382, line 12O how your fingers drowse me,
  318. p. 382, line 13Your breath falls around me like dew, your pulse lulls the tympans of my ears,
  319. p. 386, line 4Of you, my Land—your rivers, prairies, States—you, mottled Flag I love,
  320. p. 386, line 5Your aggregate retain'd entire—Of north, south, east and west, your items all;
  321. p. 390, line 11On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!
  322. p. 390, line 12On for your time, ye furious debouché!
  323. p. 390, line 15I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming;
  324. p. 391, line 10Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me the same,
  325. p. 391, line 12If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
  326. p. 391, line 13'Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
  327. p. 397, line 13(O friend, whoe'er you are, at last arriving hither to commence, I feel through every leaf the pressure of your hand, which I return.
  328. p. 400, line 17Away with your life of peace!—your joys of peace!
  329. p. 413, line 1ADD to your show, before you close it, France,
  330. p. 413, line 4(We grand-sons and great-grand-sons do not forget your grandsires,)
  331. p. 416, line 11A special verse for you—a flash of duty long neglected—your mystic roll strangely gather'd here,
  332. p. 416, line 14Your mystic roll entire of unknown names, or North or South,
  333. p. 418, line 25Have lost my recognition of your silent ever-swaying power, ye mighty, elemental throes,
  334. p. 419, line 18Your farm—your work, trade, occupation,
  335. p. 434, line 25[…] of the theme or thought—there to pursue your own flight. Another impetus-word is Comradeship as for all lands […]