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Year : 1856
Work title : A Song For Occupations

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Leaves of Grass (1856)

  • Date: 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

We closed with him, the yards entangled, the can- non cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his

I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried

Only three guns were in use, One was directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two

Serene stood the little captain, He was not hurried, his voice was neither high nor low, His eyes gave

riddled and slowly sinking, prepara- tions preparations to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain

Review of Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 22 March 1856
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

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

To walk up my stoop is unaccountable . . . . I pause to consider if it really be.

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes

Speech is the twin of my vision . . . . it is unequal to measure itself.

I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about

Review of Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 1 April 1856
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

As every one is 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.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy

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

Poem of the Daily Work of the Workmen and Workwomen of These States.

  • Date: 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

COME closer to me, Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess, Yield closer and closer, and give

Neither a servant nor a master am I, I take no sooner a large price than a small price —I will have my

become so for your sake, If you remember your foolish and outlawed deeds, do you think I cannot remember my

this day just as much in love with them as you, Then I am eternally in love with you, and with all my

friendly companions, I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them as I do of men and women

Asia

  • Date: About 1855 or 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

am a Russ, An arctic sailor traversing I traverse the sea of Kara A Kamskatkan Kamchatkan drawn on my

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