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Born in May 31, 1819 / Died in March 26, 1892 / United States / English

Poems by Walt Whitman

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France, the 18th year of These States.

... Here too the blaze, the grape-shot and the axe, in reserve, to fetch them out in case of ...

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Me Imperturbe.

... inland, A river man, or a man of the woods, or of any farm-life in These States, or of the coast, ...

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Long, too Long, O Land!

... And now to conceive, and show to the world, what your children en-masse really are ...

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Spain 1873–’74.

... Lo! Freedom’s features, fresh, undimm’d, look forth—the same immortal face ...

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Debris.

... Any thing is as good as established, when that is established that will produce it and ...

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Delicate Cluster.

... Flag of death! (how I watch’d you through the smoke of battle pressing! ...

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Hours Continuing Long.

... feelings? Is there even one other like me—distracted—his friend, his lover, lost to him ...

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As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free.

... swelter; The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy breasts, seeking to strike ...

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Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours.

... I approach, hear, behold—the sad mouth, the look out of the eyes, your mute inquiry, ...

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A Paumanok Picture.

... The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the beach, enclosing the ...

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Apostroph.

... O pensive! O I must return where the palm grows and the mocking-bird sings, or else I die! ...

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Sobbing of The Bells, The.

... Full well return, respond within their breasts, their brains, the sad reverberations,) ...

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Inscription.

... O friend whoe’er you are, at last arriving hither to commence, I feel through every ...

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Now List to my Morning’s Romanza.

... knobs. His welcome is universal—the flow of beauty is not more welcome or universal than he ...

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Base of all Metaphysics, The.

... And greater than Socrates sought and stated—Christ divine having studied long, ...