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the 1850s (Notebooks and Unpublished Prose Manuscripts [New York: New York University Press, 1984], 1:
The march referred to took place on December 18" (1:474).
hexameters —verses whose lines are six poetic feet, either dactyls or spondees "Then when An 1 dromache
in poetry (Notebooks and Unpublished Prose Manuscripts [New York: New York University Press, 1984], 1:
Fancies at Navesink 1 After the Supper and Talk You lingering sparse leaves of me Ah not that granite
basic narrative of "To the Man-of-War-Bird," a poem published first in the London Athenaeum on April 1,
works (Camden III: 289 Whitman wrote this manuscript sometime after the Battle of Gettysburg (July 1–
This manuscript is a draft of a poem published first in the 1860 edition of Leaves of Grass as number 1
. & read carefully by copy No 1 A Voice from Death A voice from Death, solemn and strange, in all his
LEAVES OF GRASS. 1.
THOUGHTS. 1.
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SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE. 1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn!
SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD. 1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before
CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY. 1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west!
WITH ANTECEDENTS. 1 WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages
NOW LIST TO MY MORNING'S ROMANZA. 1 Now list to my morning's romanza—I tell the signs of the Answerer
CAROL OF OCCUPATIONS. 1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess!
THOUGHTS. 1 OF ownership—As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate
THE SLEEPERS. 1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly step
CAROL OF WORDS. 1 EARTH, round, rolling, compact—suns, moons, ani- mals animals —all these are words
RECEPTION JAPANESE EMBASSY, JUNE, 1860. 1 OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come, Courteous the
SUGGESTIONS. 1 THAT whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect person —That is finally right. 2 That the
GREAT ARE THE MYTHS. 1 GREAT are the myths—I too delight in them; Great are Adam and Eve—I too look back
DRUM-TAPS. 1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in
1 BEAT! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!
Come Up from the Fields, Father. 1 COME up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete; And
Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1867) LEAVES OF GRASS. 1.
Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1867) LEAVES OF GRASS. 1. O HASTENING light! O free and extatic!
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Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1867) LEAVES OF GRASS. 1 O ME, man of slack faith so long!
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Starting From Paumanok STARTING FROM PAUMANOK. 1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,
Walt Whitman WALT WHITMAN. 1 I CELEBRATE myself; And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging
I Sing the Body Electric I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC. 1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I
A Song A SONG. 1 COME, I will make the continent indissoluble; I will make the most splendid race the
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
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Song of the Broad-Axe SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE. 1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan; Head from the mother's bowels
THE DRESSER. 1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces, Years looking backward, resuming, in answer
GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN. 1 GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full- dazzling
DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS. 1 THE last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath, On the pavement here—and
Faces FACES 1 SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by- road by-road —lo! such faces!
MANHATTAN'S STREETS I SAUNTER'D, PONDERING. 1 MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space
AS I SAT ALONE BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE. 1 As I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these
Weather-beaten vessels, landings, settlements, embryo stature and muscle, The haughty defiance of the Year 1—
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?
THIS COMPOST. 1 SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest; I withdraw from the still woods I
(A Reminiscence of 1864.) 1 WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, With your woolly-white
A SONG. 1 COME, I will make the continent indissoluble; I will make the most splendid race the sun ever
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE. 1 COURAGE yet! my brother or my sister! Keep on!