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Search : of captain, my captain!
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Year : 1867

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Walt Whitman

  • Date: November 1867
  • Creator(s): Buchanan, Robert
Text:

All I mark as my own, you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me.

I know I am august; I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself, or be understood; I see that the

My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite; I laugh at what you call dissolution; And I know the

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs; On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches

Before I was born out of my mother, generations guided me; My embryo has never been torpid—nothing could

Walt Whitman's Works

  • Date: 3 March 1867
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the causes of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship

That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be.

A morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the meta- physics metaphysics of books."

I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest music to them. Vivas to those who have failed.

In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass.

Walt Whitman

  • Date: 8 June 1867
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my

"My days I sing, and the land's:" this is the key-note.

I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship

That I walk up my stoop!

The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows; The air tastes good to my palate.

Review of Drum-Taps and Sequel to Drum-Taps

  • Date: January 1867
  • Creator(s): Hill, A. S.
Text:

coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac.

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