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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

loudly shout in the rush of successful charge, Enter the captur'd works—yet lo, like a swift-running river

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

and demerits, Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him, Making its rivers

the mothers of families, Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by trees, stars, rivers

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

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

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

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

mass tight grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling, Till o'er the river

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

brown and spreading land, and the mines below, are ours, And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers

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 embarcation; My General

copy the story, and send it eastward and westward, I must preserve that look as it beam'd on you rivers

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

baffled; Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long, By deserts parch'd, snows chill'd, rivers

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.

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

We primeval forests felling, We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within, We

These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, These immense meadows, these interminable rivers

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

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

mass tight grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling, Till o'er the river

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

I saw him at the river-side, Down by the ferry lit by torches, hastening the embarcation; My General

copy the story, and send it eastward and westward, I must preserve that look as it beam'd on you rivers

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

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

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

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

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

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

paralysis and lately from catarrh in the head; perhaps, when the weather settles and I can get down to the river

trust you have enjoyed these three days of sunshine and that you have been able to go down to the river

first swallows of this spring, darting high overhead or skimming the sunlit waters of the beautiful River

all the fun of the fair" I strolled along the banks of my beloved "Annan Water"—a really beauitiful river

This little river is associated with the happy days of my childhood & it was with a swelling heart that

hour, Darkness, dreariness, pain Homesickness, leaden rain Blood, our heroe's blood poured forth in rivers

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

You are borne on the tides of eager and Swift rivers, O boating on the rivers!

Otherways, there, atwixt the banks of the Arkansas, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Tombigbee, the Red River

running. hear the rush & roar of cataracts as they fall beneath the seven-hued arch, I see the Great River

Upon the plains west of the Spinal river—yet in my house of adobe.

How fast they are fading away on this side of the river.

across the water at the gleaming lights of Camden where I knew were; when, next morning I ferried the River

I propose to leave here on Tuesday morning for New York via Kingston, Albany, & the Hudson River.

been beautiful & I have enjoyed the ride very much indeed—especially down the lovely valley of Mohawk River

beautiful & luxuriously fitted steamboat was itself extremely interesting to begin with—Then the noble river

with cirrus clouds glowing warm golden on the underside, delicate pearl above—the reflections in the river

I have tried them by stars, rivers.

easy for him), and farther on, to the horizon, where sparsely filled squares stretched to the East River

gives the following picture:— In the upper of a little wooden house of two stories near the Delaware river

The Delaware, broader than the East River, flows between the two cities.

everything else rests; New York, Brooklyn, experimentation—down to New Orleans and up the Mississippi River

expedition (my brother Jeff with me) through all the Middle States and down the Ohio and Mississippi rivers

, "I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb," —on this or the other side of the river

permitted, Whitman was wont to cross the Delaware in the ferry-boats, repeating his favorite East River

place at the very end of the wharf of the Boston Terra-Cotta Company on Federal Street, bordering the river-like

Delaware River—Days and Nights.....Scenes on Ferry and River—Last Winter's Nights, . . .

DELAWARE RIVER—DAYS AND NIGHTS. April 5, 1879.

HUDSON RIVER SIGHTS.

SWALLOWS ON THE RIVER. Sept. 3 .

UNFULFILL'D WANTS—THE ARKANSAS RIVER.

base-ball, or breathe in drowsily— "for reasons," he would say—the refreshing air; or he is guided to the river

But before I sit down let me say I brought with me the regrets of some friends over the river—especially

Donaldson .— And I brought with me from an old gentleman on the Allegheny river a bottle of whiskey which

Stedman .— "Life, after all, is not like a river—although it is the fashion to say that it is—for that

And Whitman's poetry is like the river: nothing of it more tranquil, nothing broader and deeper, than

We think of you at Concord as often as we look out over the meadows across the river, which you were

thisconnection, however, may note has to make himself familiarwith the whole poet of America — its lands, rivers

He isBehemoth, wallowing inprimeval jungles, bathing at fountain-heads ofmighty rivers,crush- ing the

human Cities,arts, thought explore. occupations, manufactures, have a larger place in his poetry than rivers

it must be for him,—which may afford opportunity to change the note; and as we saunter toward the river