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(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

full-blooded, six feet high, a good feeder, never once using medicine, drinking water only— a swimmer in the river

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

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

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

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

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

wooding at night—the 20 deck hands at work briskly as bees—in going up the river the flat-boat loaded

Europe Laplanders Rivers— B —Thames‑Trent‑Severn —Shannon Tay F —Seine —Loire —Rhone S Douro Tagus —Guadalquiver

Bavaria Frankfort Dresden 85,000 Saxony, Hanover, 40,000 Many of the items from this list of European rivers

from stores and offices even the best of what is called intellectual society to sail all day on the river

strange cement— not a field crop grows hence in the field, of north or south Not Nor moisture of the river

rear'dst him in on thy fresh & ample prairies, and on the breasts of thy great, fresh, musical flowing rivers

Like Earth O river, you offer us burial Like Existence mortal Life is your aimless hurrying on Like Time

Like Earth O River

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

Earth of departed sunset—Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

.— Now drawn nigher the river's rim edge of the river Wierd Weird like creatures suddenly rise m This

over and over falling, rolling turning , an pausing revolving circling, falling Over Abo Close to the river

11 He The sores on my neck shoulders are from his iron necklace I look on the off on the river with my

for I am you seem to me all one lurid Curse oath curse; I look down off the river with my bloodshot eyes

.— I My eyes are bloodshot, they look down the river, A steamboat carries off paddles away my woman and

opples and ball at ancles ankles and tight cuffs at the wrists does must not detain me will go down the river

running Missouri, praise nothing, in art or aught else Till it has breathed of the atmosphere of this river

offing—steamers with pennants of smoke— and under the noonday forenoon sun Where my gaze as now sweeps ocean river

Where my gaze as now sweeps ocean river and bay.

last 2 11 At the Mouth of the River Last of the ebb, and daylight waning, Scented sea‑breaths landward

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

FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

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

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

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

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

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

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

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

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

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

toward dusk near the cottonwood or pekantrees, The coon-seekers go now through the regions of the Red river

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

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

streets and public halls . . . . coming naked to me at night, Crying by day Ahoy from the rocks of the river

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

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

the huge crossing at the ferries; The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset . . . . the river

miles; 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 welcom'd and kiss'd by the aged mulatto nurse; On rivers

banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Brazos, the Tombig- bee Tombigbee , the Red River

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

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

bridges, vast frameworks, girders, arches; Shapes of the fleets of barges, tows, lake and canal craft, river

subordinate;) Me toward the Mexican Sea, or in the Mannahatta, or the Tennessee, or far north, or inland, A 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 refresh'd by the gladness of the river and the bright flow

I too many and many a time cross'd the river, the sun half an hour high; I watched the Twelfth-month

I loved well those cities; I loved well the stately and rapid river; The men and women I saw were all

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

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

crowding from all directions—from the Altay mountains, From Thibet—from the four winding and far-flowing rivers

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

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

pass through the city, and embark from the wharves; (How good they look, as they tramp down to the river

descending the Alleghanies; Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river

; Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chattanooga on the mountain top, Saw I

forts appear again, the old hoop'd guns are mounted; I see the lines of rais'd earth stretching from river

I saw him at the river-side, Down by the ferry, lit by torches, hastening the embar- cation embarcation

story, and send it eastward and west- ward westward ; I must preserve that look, as it beam'd on you, rivers

I perceive you are more valuable than your owners supposed; Ah, river!

take a serpentine course—their arms flash in the sun—Hark to the musical clank; Behold the silvery river—in

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

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

friendship, procreation, prudence, and naked- ness nakedness ; After treading ground and breasting river

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

your own shape and countenance—persons, sub- stances substances , beasts, the trees, the running rivers

Mississippian and Arkansian 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; Scorch'd 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

From Pent-Up Aching Rivers FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin'd

The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the 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

comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. 2 I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers

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 where the

F2 I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through; I have taken my stand on

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

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