Manhattan’s streets I saunter’d, pondering,On time, space, reality – on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. After all, the last explanation remains to…
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Look Down, Fair Moon By Walt Whitman
Look down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple;On the dead, on their backs, with their…
Longings For Home By Walt Whitman
O magnet-south! O glistening, perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me! O dear to…
Long, Too Long, O Land! By Walt Whitman
Long, too long, O land,Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn’d from joys and prosperity only;But now, ah now, to learn from crises of…
Long I Thought That Knowledge By Walt Whitman
Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me – O if I could but obtain knowledge!Then my lands engrossed me – Lands of the…
Locations And Times By Walt Whitman
Locations and times – what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?Forms, colors, densities, odors –…
Lo! Victress On The Peaks By Walt Whitman
Lo! Victress on the peaks!Where thou, with mighty brow, regarding the world,(The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee;)Out of its countless beleaguering toils,…
Lessons By Walt Whitman
There are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety;But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love,That they readily…
Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867 By Walt Whitman
A song of the good green grass!A song no more of the city streets;A song of farms – a song of the soil of fields….
Laws For Creations By Walt Whitman
Laws for Creations,For strong artists and leaders – for fresh broods of teachers, and perfect literats for America,For noble savans, and coming musicians. All must…