Spirit whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours!Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets;Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward…
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Spirit That Form’d This Scene By Walt Whitman
Spirit that form’d this scene,These tumbled rock-piles grim and red,These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks,These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,These formless wild arrays, for reasons of…
Sparkles From The Wheel By Walt Whitman
Where the city’s ceaseless crowd moves on, the live-long day,Withdrawn, I join a group of children watching I pause aside with them. By the curb,…
Spain 1873-’74 By Walt Whitman
Out of the murk of heaviest clouds,Out of the feudal wrecks, and heap’d-up skeletons of kings,Out of that old entire European debris the shatter’d mummeries,Ruin’d…
Souvenirs Of Democracy By Walt Whitman
The business man, the acquirer vast,After assiduous years, surveying results, preparing for departure,Devises houses and lands to his children bequeaths stocks, goods funds for a…
Song Of The Universal By Walt Whitman
Come, said the Muse,Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,Sing me the Universal. In this broad Earth of ours,Amid the measureless grossness and…
Song Of The Redwood-Tree By Walt Whitman
A California song!A prophecy and indirection a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air;A chorus of dryads, fading, departing or hamadryads departing;A murmuring, fateful, giant voice,…
Song Of The Open Road By Walt Whitman
Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,Healthy, free, the world before me,The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I…
Song Of The Exposition By Walt Whitman
After all, not to create only, or found only,But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded,To give it our own identity, average, limitless,…
Song Of The Broad-Axe By Walt Whitman
Weapon, shapely, naked, wan!Head from the mother’s bowels drawn!Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and lip only one!Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown! helve…