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para- dises paradises of the Pacific, Populous cities, the latest inventions, the steamers on the rivers

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

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

from the Altay moun- tains mountains , From Thibet Tibet , from the four winding and far-flowing rivers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and hope continuing on the same, Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry; Of you, my Land—your rivers

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

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.

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!

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