Poems by Walt Whitman
Now Finale to the Shore.
... Now Voyager depart! (much, much for thee is yet in store ...
Behavior.
... For there is nothing in the whole universe that can be more effective than a mans or ...
Singer in the Prison, The.
... Pouring in floods of melody, in tones so pensive, sweet and strong, the like whereof was ...
Runner, The.
... With lightly closed fists, and arms partially raisd ...
Look Down, Fair Moon.
... Pour softly down nights nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple ...
To Oratists.
... They debouch as they are wanted to march obediently through the mouth of that man, or that ...
Poets to Come.
... I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you, ...
Longings for Home.
... reptiles, resounding with the bellow of the alligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the ...
Last Invocation, The.
... From the clasp of the knitted locksfrom the keep of the well-closed doors, ...
World, Take Good Notice.
... WORLD, take good notice, silver stars fading, ...
I was Looking a Long While.
... It is in the broad show of artificial things, ships, machinery, politics, creeds, modern ...
Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City.
... Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually met there, who detain'd me ...
Torch, The.
... ON my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermens group stands watching ...
Out from Behind this Mask.
... This common curtain of the face, containd in me for me, in you for you, in each for ...
As I lay with Head in your Lap, Camerado.
... I heed not, and have never heeded, either experience, cautions, majorities, nor ridicule ...
