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To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part!

To think that we are now here, and bear our part!

He was a good fellow, free-mouthed, quick-tempered, not bad-looking, able to take his own part, witty

faults and derelictions, 38* The light touches, on my lips, of the lips of my com- rades comrades , at parting

When America does what was promised, When each part is peopled with free people, When there is no city

inland and seaboard, When through These States walk a hundred millions of superb persons, When the rest part

[A Long Island incident—early part of the present century.]

bearded—the stout-strong frame, Dress'd in its russet suit of good Scotch cloth: (Then what the told-out story

lessening—dimmer the forthgoer's visage and form, Soon to be lost for aye in the darkness—loth, O so loth to de- part

, I form'd the habit, and continued it to the end, whenever the ebb or flood tide began the latter part

before—some unsuspected author,) In every object, mountain, tree, and star—in every birth and life, As part

"Finally my children, to envelop each word, each part of the rest, Allah is all, all, all—is immanent

malignant, Venom and filth, serpents, the ravenous sharks, liars, the disso- lute dissolute ; (What is the part

what fluid, vast identity, Holding the universe with all its parts as one—as sailing in a ship?

On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide! On for your time, ye furious debouché!

; Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the hinges turning, Duly the needed discord-parts

intentionless, the whole a nothing, And haply yet some drop within God's scheme's ensemble—some wave, or part

—tangled and many-vein'd and hard has been thy part, To admiration has it been enacted!

art all the world's, the continents' entire— not yours alone, America, Europe's as well, in every part

the ceaseless ferry, faces and faces and faces, I see them and complain not, and am content with all. 2

thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost. 2

, Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope, From unsuspected parts

the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting

appointed days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse. 2

the present only, But greater still from what is yet to come, Out of that formula for thee I sing. 2

what was promis'd, When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb persons, When the rest part

accepting exulting in Death in its turn the same as life, The entrance of man to sing; To compact you, ye parted

Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas, I see not America only, not only Liberty's

advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage, (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts

all its horrors, serves, And how now or at any time each serves the exquisite transition of death. 2

is but a part.

I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not my body—not friendship

Recall ages—One age is but a part—ages are but a part; Recall the angers, bickerings, delusions, superstitions

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

part- ing parting of dear friends, The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas- sionately passionately

I am your poet, because I am part of you; O days by-gone! Enthusiasts! Antecedents!

I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not my body—not friendship

Riches, opinions, politics, institutions, to part obe- diently obediently from the path of one man or

Recall ages—One age is but a part—ages are but a part; Recall the angers, bickerings, delusions, superstitions

Have I forgotten any part? Come to me, whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.

utmost, a little washed-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

, Death holds all parts together, Death has just as much purport as Life has, Do you enjoy what Life

does not counteract another part—he is the joiner—he sees how they join.

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

Here I grew up—the studs and rafters are grown parts of me.

the past, By my side, or back of me, Eve following, Or in front, and I following her just the same. 2.

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you; I believe

and the marrow in the bones, 26 The exquisite realization of health, O I say now these are not the parts

, All the governments, judges, gods, followed persons of the earth, These are contained in sex, as parts

IN the new garden, in all the parts, In cities now, modern, I wander, Though the second or third result

have been, young men, To tell the secret of my nights and days, To celebrate the need of comrades. 2.

and the silent manner of me, with- out without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting

—No; But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of the crowd, parting the

part- ing parting of dear friends, The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas- sionately passionately

pert apparel, the deformed attitude, drunken- ness drunkenness , greed, premature death, all these I part

matter who they are, And when all life, and all the Souls of men and women are discharged from any part

of the earth, Then shall the instinct of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth, Then shall

vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story, Tell me what you would

judge, or any juror, is equally criminal—and any reputable person is also—and the President is also. 2.

wend—they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, One generation playing its part

and passing on, And another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn, With faces turned

Let others ignore what they may, I make the poem of evil also—I commemorate that part also, I am myself

how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it. Whoever you are!

2* Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and where the southwest Colorado winds!

I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag

The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come

Parting, tracked by arriving—perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense

I take part—I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar—the plaudits for well-aimed shots, The

is but a part.

I am your poet, because I am part of you; O days by-gone! Enthusiasts! Antecedents!

west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeathed, both mother's and father's, His first parts

States, Congress convening every Twelfth Month, the mem- bers members duly coming up from the uttermost parts

I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not my body—not friendship

Chants Democratic CHANTS DEMOCRATIC. 2. BROAD-AXE, shapely, naked, wan!

Riches, opinions, politics, institutions, to part obe- diently obediently from the path of one man or

column of wants in the one-cent paper, the news by telegraph, amusements, operas, shows, The business parts

all so dear to me—what you are, ( what- ever whatever it is,) I become a part of that, whatever it is

Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my ever united lands —my body no more inevitably united, part

to part, and made one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY,

Recall ages—One age is but a part—ages are but a part; Recall the angers, bickerings, delusions, superstitions

and am all, and believe in all; I believe materialism is true, and spiritualism is true— I reject no part

Have I forgotten any part? Come to me, whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.

life a share or more or less, None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is waiting. 2

pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, pre- mature premature death, all these I part

sending itself ahead countless years to come. 2 O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You, We touch

and am all and believe in all, I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part

(Have I forgotten any part? any thing in the past?

fish-shaped island, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk'd with that electric self seeking types. 2

utmost a little wash'd-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting

flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores, The tearful parting

, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother, (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

Volunteer of 1861-2, (at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting the Centenarian.)

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.

to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. 2

of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!

What is prudence is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the

appointed days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse. 2

the ceaseless ferry, faces and faces and faces, I see them and complain not, and am content with all. 2

thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost. 2

, Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope, From unsuspected parts