Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird�s throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where…
Author: Samantha Evans
Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd By Walt Whitman
Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,Whispering, I love you, before long I die,I have travel’d a long way,…
Out From Behind His Mask By Walt Whitman
Out from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask,(All straighter, liker Masks rejected – this preferr’d,)This common curtain of the face, contain’d in me for me, in…
Others May Praise What They Like By Walt Whitman
Others may praise what they like;But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing, in art, or aught else,Till it has well inhaled…
Or From That Sea Of Time By Walt Whitman
Or, from that Sea of Time,Spray, blown by the wind – a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and…
One’s Self I Sing By Walt Whitman
One’s-self I sing – a simple, separate Person;Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse. Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;Not physiognomy alone,…
One Sweeps By By Walt Whitman
One sweeps by, attended by an immense train,All emblematic of peace – not a soldier or menial among them. One sweeps by, old, with black…
One Song, America, Before I Go By Walt Whitman
One song, America, before I go,I’d sing, o’er all the rest, with trumpet sound,For thee – the Future. I’d sow a seed for thee of…
One Hour To Madness And Joy By Walt Whitman
One hour to madness and joy!O furious! O confine me not!(What is this that frees me so in storms?What do my shouts amid lightnings and…
Once I Pass’d Through A Populous City By Walt Whitman
Once I pass’d through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and traditions;Yet now, of all that city,…