Poems by Walt Whitman
As I Watche'd The Ploughman Ploughing
... (Life, life is the tillage, and Death is the harvest according ...
Out From Behind His Mask
... As on the road, or at some crevice door, by chance, or open'd window, ...
The Last Invocation
... From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors, ...
The Mystic Trumpeter
... Thou melt'st my heart, my brain-thou movest, drawest, changest them, ...
Virginia--The West
... As to you Rebellious (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me and why seek my life ...
As I Ebb'd With the Ocean of Life
... bows, With peals of distant ironical laughter at every word I have written, ...
The Untold Want
... Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find ...
The Dalliance Of The Eagles
... A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing, ...
Good-Bye My Fancy!
... If we go anywhere we'll be better off and blither, and learn something, ...
God
... Aught, aught, of mightiest, best, I see, conceive, or know, ...
The City Dead-House
... That little house alone, more than them all-poor, desperate house! ...
That Last Invocation
... From the clasp of the knitted locks-from the keep of the well-closed ...
The Ship Starting
... The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so stately- ...
Shut Not Your Doors, andc
... To the sense of Death—and accepting, exulting in Death, in its turn, the same as life, ...
