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Chants Democratic and Native American 12

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

years—after chastity, friendship, procreation, prudence, and nakedness, After treading ground and breasting river

Chants Democratic and Native American 18

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

subordinate;) Me toward the Mexican Sea, or in the Mannahatta, or the Tennessee, or far north, or inland, A river-man

Chants Democratic and Native American 5

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Charles L. Heyde to Walt Whitman, 19 February 1885

  • Date: February 19, 1885
  • Creator(s): Charles L. Heyde
Text:

hard: The landscape is truly enshrouding a white country, snow enveloped , hill, valley, lake and river

Charles W. Eldridge to Walt Whitman, 26 May 1891

  • Date: May 26, 1891
  • Creator(s): Charles W. Eldridge
Text:

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

Charles Warren Stoddard to Walt Whitman, 8 February 1867

  • Date: February 8, 1867
  • Creator(s): Charles Warren Stoddard
Text:

If sin hath slain mine honor, straight appears, The river of his tears, Wherein I find redemption: tenderly

Chats with Walt Whitman

  • Date: February 1898
  • Creator(s): Grace Gilchrist
Text:

Walt Whitman lived in the somewhat dreary and ugly suburb of Camden, New Jersey, across the Delaware river

evening (the moon and Jupiter in conjunction, and I 'speering' them all the way home especially on the river

'Children of Adam' [1860]

  • Creator(s): Miller, James E., Jr.
Text:

"From Pent-up Aching Rivers," second in the cluster, has the tone of a defiant proclamation ("what I

The rhythmic urgency of the poem, beginning with the "pent-up aching rivers" seemingly at flood-tide,

In brief, Whitman's poem portrays the sex drive as a "pent-up aching river" or a "hungry gnaw" present

It dominates the "Children of Adam" cluster by its sheer length and, like "From Pent-up Aching Rivers

As the poet drains his "pent-up rivers" into the "woman who waits" for him, "warm-blooded and sufficient

Christopher under Canvass

  • Date: June 1849 or after; June 1849
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman | [John Wilson?]
Text:

Perpetual but infinitely various— as a river of a thousand miles, traversing, from its birthplace in

City Photographs

  • Date: 22 March 1862
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

The Croton Dam, originally built in 1842 on the Croton River, was the first clean water system in New

City Photographs

  • Date: 16 March 1862
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

The situation is high, and overlooks the North River.

City Photographs—No. IV

  • Date: 12 April 1862
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

far, on farms, or occasionally away in the lumber woods, or perhaps taking a trip down or up the rivers

City Photographs—No. V

  • Date: 19 April 1862
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

THE FOUR CROSSING RIVERS.

all come together, and, as it were, fall in and deliver and transfer to each other, like four big rivers

Cluster: Autumn Rivulets. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Autumn Rivulets. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Bathed in War's Perfume. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Birds of Passage. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Birds of Passage. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: By the Roadside. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: By the Roadside. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Calamus. (1860)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Calamus. (1867)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Calamus. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Calamus. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Calamus. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Chants Democratic and Native American. (1860)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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!

Cluster: Children of Adam. (1867)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Children of Adam. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Children of Adam. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Children of Adam. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Debris. (1860)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

baffled, Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long, By deserts parched, snows chilled, rivers

Cluster: Drum-Taps. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

pass through the city, and embark from the wharves; (How good they look, as they tramp down to the 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 embar- cation embarcation

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

like a swift running river, they fade; Pass and are gone, they fade—I dwell not on soldiers' perils or

Cluster: Drum-Taps. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Drum-Taps. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Enfans D'adam. (1860)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: From Noon to Starry Night. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: From Noon to Starry Night. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Inscriptions. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Inscriptions. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1860)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1867)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1867)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

subordinate;) Me toward the Mexican Sea, or in the Mannahatta, or the Tennessee, or far north, or inland, A river

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

years—after chastity, friendship, procreation, prudence, and nakedness; After treading ground and breasting river

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Marches Now the War Is Over. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

of families, I have read these leaves to myself in the open air—I have tried them by trees, stars, rivers

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

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

Cluster: Memories of President Lincoln. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Memories of President Lincoln. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Messenger Leaves. (1860)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

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