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…
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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,…
On The Beach At Night, Alone By Walt Whitman
On the beach at night alone,As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,As I watch the bright stars shining–I think…
On The Beach At Night By Walt Whitman
On the beach, at night,Stands a child, with her father,Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness,While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in…
On Old Man’s Thought Of School By Walt Whitman
An old man’s thought of School;An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself cannot. Now only do I know you!O fair auroral…
Old Ireland By Walt Whitman
Far hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother,Once a queen – now lean and tatter’d, seated on the…