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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

The noiseless myriads, The infinite oceans where the rivers empty, The separate countless free identities

toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennes- see Tennessee , or far north or inland, A river

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

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

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

FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

I see the long river-stripes of the earth, I see the Amazon and the Paraguay, I see the four great rivers

River and sunset and scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide?

O boating on the rivers, The voyage down the St.

Nor by your streams alone, you rivers, By you, your banks Connecticut, By you and all your teeming life

friendship, procrea- tion procreation , prudence, and nakedness, After treading ground and breasting river

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

composers—you choruses, You formless, free, religious dances—you from the Orient, You undertone of rivers

sage-deserts, I see in glimpses afar or towering immediately above me the great mountains, I see the Wind river

Elk mountain and wind around its base, I see the Humboldt range, I thread the valley and cross the river

Cooling airs from Caucasus far, soothing cradle of man, The river Euphrates flowing, the past lit up

O winding creeks and rivers! Of you O woods and fields! of you strong mountains of my land!

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

sibilant chorals, Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low, Ripples of unseen rivers

O 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

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

sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft, The winter snows, the sleigh-bells, the broken ice in the river

you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my rivers

of this grim winter here, furious snow and wind howling, and I have not stirred out—the roads and rivers

The robins are just here, & the ice on the river is moving this afternoon, bag & baggage.

ohn] B[urroughs] is reading the proofs of new book Pepacton (the Indian name of a beautiful little river

you & George down a couple of big fresh ones, such as I see them bringing in every haul, from the river—A

seemed to be much greater even than usual—well I took some three hours of it—then slowly across the river

both—Things are going on pretty much the same with me as when I last wrote—that was an awful affair on the river

There was a "Kingdom of Heaven" established up the North River, with many disciples.

picture at the top is the house) —as I write (Sunday forenoon 11 o'clock) I look out on the Concord river—something

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

Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance

grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight down- ward downward falling, Till o'er the river

of clover and timothy, Kine and horses feeding, and droves of sheep and swine, And many a stately river

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or white come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

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

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

writing &c, very comfortable—shall now walk to the post office, & probably sail once or twice across the river

variety of meters suited to every slightest change of sentiment, here lilting like a smooth flowing river

chords left as by vast composers [gap] You formless, tree, religious dan[gap] Orient, You undertone of rivers

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

the pale green leaves of the trees prolific, In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

primal man—the gigantic and multiplied possibilities of a continent of vast lakes and praries, and rivers

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

the pale green leaves of the trees prolific, In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or white come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

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

It is a land to which all the currents, and longings, and peoples of history move like rivers converging

vitreous form of the fall moon just tinged with blue: Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river

As for me, my heart is already gone over to the other side of the river, so that sometimes I feel a kind

this time but I will be down soon & tell you all the news —After I write this I am going out on the river

It has the aspect then of a river, not a lake; and at this point there is no snow—the ice being heaped

up into enormous ridges & pinnacles like a river when there is a long reach of rapids, only in the glacier

The wild, tossing confusion of the ice-river contrasted strangely with the absolute stillness and immoveability

& then go out & over the ferry to Philadelphia—I don't know what I should do without the ferry, & river

, & crossing, day & night—I believe my best times are nights—sometimes appear to have the river & boat

spent in the open air down in the country in the woods and fields, and by a secluded little New Jersey river—His

spent in the open air down in the country in the woods and fields, and by a secluded little New Jersey river

Starr'd Nights…Mulleins…A Sun-Bath—Nakedness…Human and Heroic New York…Hours for the Soul…Delaware River—Days

October 31 I am decidedly better—feel well as I write this—was out three hours to-day, crossing the river

Then was the time when it was his passion to sail the East River to and fro in the ferry boats, "often

Or again (p. 132): It was a happy thought to build the Hudson river railroad right along the shore.

spent portions of several seasons at a secluded haunt in New Jersey—Timber Creek, its stream (almost a river

River, a little after eight, full of ice, mostly broken, but some large cakes making our strong-timber'd

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

The whole river is now spread with it—some immense cakes.

. once in a while, which I suppose you get—I came over to-night through the thick ice, filling the river—one

recluse and rural spot along Timber Creek, twelve or thirteen miles from where it enters the Delaware river

Who knows but that element, like the course of some subterranean river, dipping invisibly for a hundred

tells us that Grant's life "transcends Plutarch," that "it was a happy thought to build the Hudson River

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

picturesqueness, and oceanic amplitude and rush of these great cities, the unsurpassed situation, rivers

Always, and more and more, as I cross the east and north rivers, the ferries, or with the pilots in their