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Work title : On The Beach At Night Alone

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Leaves of Grass (1867)

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

List to the story as my grandmother's father, the sailor, told it to me.

is but a part.

2. TEARS! tears! tears!

2.

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1867)

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

spans them, and always has spann'd, and shall forever span them, and com- pactly compactly hold them. 2.

Leaves of Grass (1856)

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

Poem of Walt Whitman, an American . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 2.

holds out the skein, the elder sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots, 2

and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth- removed fourth-removed , 2*

at first, keep encouraged, Missing me one place, search another, I stop some where waiting for you. 2

thousand different newspapers, the nutriment of the imperfect ones coming in just as usefully as any—the story

Clef Poem.

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

Here I grew up—the studs and rafters are grown parts of me.

Leaves of Grass (1891–1892)

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

PAGE VIRGINIA—THE WEST . . . . . . . . 230 CITY OF SHIPS . . . . . . . . . . 230 THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY

2 Souls of men and women!

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

2 Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire, Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend, Parting

, To think that we are now here and bear our part. 2 Not a day passes, not a minute or second without

Cluster: Sea-Drift. (1891)

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

fish-shaped island, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk'd with that electric self seeking types. 2

utmost a little wash'd-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

or twos appearing, Ever the stock preserv'd and never lost, though rare, enough for seed preserv'd.) 2

Leaves of Grass 12

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

Here I grew up—the studs and rafters are grown parts of me.

Leaves of Grass (1860–1861)

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

updated work associations for "Chants Democratic-6" ("You just maturing youth")," "Leaves of Grass-2"

2* Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and where the southwest Colorado winds!

is but a part.

vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story, Tell me what you would

I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect per- son person , that is finally right. 2.

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1860)

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

utmost, a little washed-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

spread out before You, up there, walking or sitting, Whoever you are—we too lie in drifts at your feet. 2.

does not counteract another part—he is the joiner—he sees how they join.

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

Here I grew up—the studs and rafters are grown parts of me.

Cluster: Sea-Drift. (1881)

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

fish-shaped island, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk'd with that electric self seeking types. 2

utmost a little wash'd-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

Leaves of Grass (1881–1882)

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

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2 Souls of men and women!

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

2 Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire, Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend, Parting

, To think that we are now here and bear our part. 2 Not a day passes, not a minute or second without

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