A line in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands;They take a serpentine course–their arms flash in the sun–Hark to the musical clank;Behold the…
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Carol Of Words By Walt Whitman
Earth, round, rolling, compact–suns, moons, animals–all these are words to be said;Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances–beings, premonitions, lispings of the future,Behold! these are vast words to…
Carol Of Occupations By Walt Whitman
Come closer to me;Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess;Yield closer and closer, and give me the best you possess. This is…
Camps Of Green By Walt Whitman
Not alone those camps of white, O soldiers,When, as order’d forward, after a long march,Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen’d, we halted for…
By The Bivouac’s Fitful Flame By Walt Whitman
By the bivouac’s fitful flame,A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow;–but first I note,The tents of the sleeping army, the fields’ and…
By Broad Potomac’s Shore By Walt Whitman
By broad Potomac’s shore–again, old tongue!(Still uttering–still ejaculating–canst never cease this babble?)Again, old heart so gay–again to you, your sense, the full flush spring returning;Again…
Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand By Walt Whitman
Brother of all, with generous hand,Of thee, pondering on thee, as o’er thy tomb, I and my Soul,A thought to launch in memory of thee,A…
Bivouac On A Mountain Side By Walt Whitman
I see before me now, a traveling army halting; Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of summer; Behind, the terraced sides of a…
Behold This Swarthy Face By Walt Whitman
Behold this swarthy face–these gray eyes,This beard–the white wool, unclipt upon my neck,My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm;Yet comes one,…
Behavior By Walt Whitman
Behavior–fresh, native, copious, each one for himself or herself,Nature and the Soul expressed–America and freedom expressed–In it the finest art,In it pride, cleanliness, sympathy, to…