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You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

August now;) You pallid banner-staves—you pennants valueless—you over- stay'd overstay'd of time, Yet my

You Felons on Trial in Courts.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

You Felons on Trial in Courts.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

You Felons on Trial in Courts.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

You Felons on Trial in Courts

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth

Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm'd, uncertain

, The sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination

Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth

Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm'd, uncertain

, The sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination

Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me, Must I change my

Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me, Must I change my

Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me; Must I change my

said I to my- self myself ; Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf- fled baffled ?

Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me; Must I change my

Year of Meteors (1859-60)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

indifferent , but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds, you mounted the scaffold;) I would sing in my

know not why, but I loved you…(and so go forth little song, Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my

love, and drop these lines at his feet;) —Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my

bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her moving swiftly

Year of Meteors.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold;) I would sing in my

, and singled you out with attachment;) Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my

bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her moving swiftly

Year of Meteors.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold;) I would sing in my

, and singled you out with attachment;) Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my

bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her moving swiftly

Year of Meteors.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

indifferent , but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds, you mounted the scaffold;) —I would sing in my

know not why, but I loved you…(and so go forth little song, Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my

love, and drop these lines at his feet;) —Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my

bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her, moving swiftly

The Wound-Dresser.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

that love me, (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my

fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or

2 O maidens and young men I love and that love me, What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden

Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the

thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen, These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my

The Wound-Dresser.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

that love me, (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my

fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or

2 O maidens and young men I love and that love me, What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden

Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the

thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen, These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my

A Word Out of the Sea

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Loud I call to you my love!

am, my love.

Hither, my love! Here I am! Here!

O what is my destination? O I fear it is henceforth chaos!

steadily up to my ears, Death, Death, Death, Death, Death.

A Word Out of the Sea

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Loud I call to you, my love!

who I am, my love.

Hither, my love! Here I am! Here!

But my love no more, no more with me!

O what is my destination?

A Woman Waits for Me.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

It is I, you women, I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you, I do not

babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

A Woman Waits for Me.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

It is I, you women, I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you, I do not

babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

A Woman Waits for Me.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

It is I, you women—I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love you, I do not hurt

babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

A Woman Waits for Me

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me: It is I, you women—I make my

babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, (

With Antecedents.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WITH ANTECEDENTS. 1 WITH antecedents, With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,

to-day and America could no-how be better than they are. 3 In the name of these States and in your and my

name, the Past, And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.

With Antecedents.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WITH ANTECEDENTS. 1 WITH antecedents, With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,

to-day and America could no-how be better than they are. 3 In the name of these States and in your and my

name, the Past, And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.

With Antecedents.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WITH ANTECEDENTS. 1 WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages

to-day and America could no-how be better than they are. 3 In the name of These States, and in your and my

name, the Past, And in the name of These States, and in your and my name, the Present time.

With Antecedents

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; With all which, had

In the name of These States, and in your and my name, the Past, And in the name of These States, and

in your and my name, the Present time.

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

be abandon'd, Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let go your hand from my

acquire it, Nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my

love (unless at most a very few) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

be abandon'd, Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let go your hand from my

acquire it, Nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my

love (unless at most a very few) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just

Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now in Hand.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

don'd abandon'd ; Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—Let go your hand from my

those know me best who admire me, and vaunt- ingly vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my

love, (unless at most a very few,) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only—they will do just

Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now in Hand

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

doned abandoned ; Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—Let go your hand from my

it, Nor do those know me best who admire me, and vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my

love, (unless at most a very few,) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only—they will do just

Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who Learns My Lesson Complete? WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?

as every one is im- mortal immortal ; I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and

how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And pass'd from a babe in the creeping

And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and

Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who Learns My Lesson Complete? WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?

as every one is im- mortal immortal ; I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and

how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And pass'd from a babe in the creeping

And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?

O wild and loose to my soul—O wondrous singer!

voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.

While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions.

I cease from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?

O wild and loose to my soul—O wondrous singer!

voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.

While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions.

I cease from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee

When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul!

And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?

O wild and loose to my soul! O wondrous singer!

While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions. 18 I saw the vision

Must I pass from my song for thee; From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, com- muning communing

When I Read the Book.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?

(As if any man really knew aught of my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of

my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to

When I Read the Book.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?

(As if any man really knew aught of my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of

my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to

When I Read the Book.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write my life?

(As if any man really knew aught of my life; Why, even I myself, I often think, know little or noth-

ing nothing of my real life; Only a few hints—a few diffused, faint clues and indi- rections indirections

, I seek, for my own use, to trace out here.)

When I Read the Book

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write my life?

(As if any man really knew aught of my life; As if you, O cunning Soul, did not keep your secret well

When I Heard at the Close of the Day.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still

it was not a happy night for me that follow'd, And else when I carous'd, or when my plans were accomplish'd

and undressing bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my

dear friend my lover was on his way coming, O then I was happy, O then each breath tasted sweeter, and

all that day my food nourish'd me more, and the beautiful day pass'd well, And the next came with equal

When I Heard at the Close of the Day.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still

it was not a happy night for me that follow'd, And else when I carous'd, or when my plans were accomplish'd

and undressing bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my

dear friend my lover was on his way coming, O then I was happy, O then each breath tasted sweeter, and

all that day my food nourish'd me more, and the beautiful day pass'd well, And the next came with equal

When I Heard at the Close of the Day.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still

it was not a happy night for me that fol- low'd follow'd ; And else, when I carous'd, or when my plans

ing undressing , bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my

all that day my food nourish'd me more—and the beautiful day pass'd well, And the next came with equal

joy—and with the next, at evening, came my friend; And that night, while all was still, I heard the

When I Heard at the Close of the Day

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still

it was not a happy night for me that fol- low follow'd ; And else, when I carous'd, or when my plans

ing undressing , bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my

all that day my food nourish'd me more—and the beautiful day pass'd well, And the next came with equal

joy—and with the next, at evening, came my friend; And that night, while all was still, I heard the

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?

WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?

WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?

WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?

WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?

What Am I After All.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WHAT am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name?

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