Poems by Walt Whitman
There Was A Child Went Forth
... side, And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there-and the ...
The World Below The Brine
... The change onward from ours, to that of beings who walk other ...
No Labor-Saving Machine
... Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a ...
Year That Trembled
... Your summer wind was warm enough-yet the air I breathed froze me ...
On the Beach at Night
... Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge, ...
A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown
... more distinctly a soldier, a mere lad, in danger of bleeding to death, (he is shot in the abdomen,) ...
Sometimes with One I Love
... But now I think there is no unreturnd love, the pay is certain one way or another ...
Song of Myself: 35
... master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves ...
The Wound-Dresser
... In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the rush of successful charge, ...
To the States,
... What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North, your arctic freezings!) ...
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d
... he infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with its meals and minutia of daily usages, ...
Darest Thou Now O Soul
... Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfill O soul ...
O Hymen! O Hymenee!
... Is it because, if you continued beyond the swift moment, you would ...
A Clear Midnight
... Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou ...
Wandering At Morn
... Thee, seated coil'd in evil times, my Country, with craft and black ...
