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come no more with demands like these to my free cities, or my teeming country towns, or along my rivers

ages, the inextricable, the river-tied and the mountain-tied.

A coffin swimming buoyantly on the swift flowing current of the river Yes I believe in the Trinity,—God

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

(like gunpowder catches to fire) pass flow into us like one river into another.

The schooner is reefing hoisting her sai ls l she will soon be down the coast. river pirate old junk

red white or brown gables red, white or brown the ferry boat ever plying forever and ever over the river

The hayboat and barge— flee the two boat with bring her bevy of barges down the river picture of the

I am an old artillerist I tell of some On South Fifth st (Monroe place) 2 doors above the river from

—The prairies, the lakes, rivers, forests , —all are Not distant caverns, volcanoes, cataracts, curious

the jobbers' houses of business —the houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets

, and the sail- ing sailing clouds aloft, The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in the river

baffled, Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long, By deserts parched, snows chilled, rivers

To think that the rivers will flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen, and act upon others as upon

Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf—posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud in the streets, a gray

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!

What rivers are these? What forests and fruits are these?

see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the Yellow River, the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl; I see

O boating on the rivers! The voyage down the Niagara, (the St.

wharves—the huge crossing at the ferries, The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset— the river

From the pent up rivers of myself, From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day, From native moments—from

when feeling with the hand the naked meat of his own body, or another person's body, The circling rivers

Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the

These shows of the east and west are tame compared to you, These immense meadows—these interminable rivers

baffled, Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long, By deserts parched, snows chilled, rivers

your own shape and countenance—persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks

Land of the spinal river, the Mississippi! Land of the Alleghanies! Ohio's land!

Dakotah, Nebraska, yet with me —and I yet with any of them, Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river—yet

dusk, near the cotton- wood cottonwood or pekan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river —swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

geography, cities, beginnings, events, glories, defections, diversities, vocal in him, Making its rivers

families, I have read these leaves to myself in the open air— I have tried them by trees, stars, rivers

sweet potato, Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies, Welcome the rich borders of rivers

gatherings, the characters and fun, Dwellers up north in Minnesota and by the Yellow- stone Yellowstone river—dwellers

sleepers of bridges, vast frameworks, girders, arches, Shapes of the fleets of barges, tows, lake craft, river

weeper, worker, idler, citizen, countryman, Saunterer of woods, stander upon hills, summer swimmer in rivers

vast native thoughts looking through smutch'd faces, Iron-works, forge-fires in the mountains, or by river

, The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay- coast on the main—the thirty thousand miles of river

noticed, myriads unnoticed, Through Mannahatta's streets I walking, these things gathering; On interior rivers

planter's son returning after a long absence, joyfully welcomed and kissed by the aged mulatto nurse; On rivers

, atwixt the banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Brazos, the Tombigbee, the Red River

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!

journeying hence to live and sing there; Of the Western Sea—of the spread inland between it and the spinal river

years—after chastity, friendship, procreation, prudence, and nakedness, After treading ground and breasting river

subordinate;) Me toward the Mexican Sea, or in the Mannahatta, or the Tennessee, or far north, or inland, A river-man

wharves—the huge crossing at the ferries, The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset— the river

What rivers are these? What forests and fruits are these?

I see the long river-stripes of the earth, I see where the Mississippi flows—I see where the.

Columbia flows, I see the Great River, and the Falls of Niagara, I see the Amazon and the Paraguay, I

see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the Yellow River, the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl; I see

I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through, I have taken my stand on the

O boating on the rivers! The voyage down the Niagara, (the St.

Winds blow South, or winds blow North, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

From the pent up rivers of myself, From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day, From native moments—from

when feeling with the hand the naked meat of his own body, or another person's body, The circling rivers

Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the

like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the river

Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt, Just as any of you is one of a living

crowd, I was one of a crowd, Just as you are refreshed by the gladness of the river, and the bright

I too many and many a time crossed the river, the sun half an hour high, I watched the Twelfth Month

Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!

dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers

; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through

These shows of the east and west are tame compared to you, These immense meadows—these interminable rivers

geography, cities, beginnings, events, glories, defections, diversities, vocal in him, Making its rivers

families, I have read these leaves to myself in the open air— I have tried them by trees, stars, rivers

sweet potato, Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies, Welcome the rich borders of rivers

, The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay- coast on the main—the thirty thousand miles of river

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!

The "Father of Waters" is a nickname for the Mississippi River.

sweeps over great oceans and inland seas, over the continents of the world, over mountains, forests, rivers

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

simplicity can give of power, pathos, and music: "Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf—posh and ice in the river

weeper, worker, idler, citizen, countryman, Saunterer of woods, stander upon hills, summer swimmer in rivers

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

worker, idler, citizen, countryman, Saunterer of the woods, stander upon hills, summer swimmer in rivers

It is a funeral piece— Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf-posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud

, manfully, and appositely expressed—and a filibuster-like daring running, like a strong, vigorous river