Adieu, O soldier!You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)The rapid march, the life of the camp,The hot contention of opposing fronts–the long manoeuver,Red battles…
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Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809 By Walt Whitman
To-day, from each and all, a breath of prayer, a pulse of thought,To memory of Him, to birth of Him.
Aboard At A Ship’s Helm By Walt Whitman
Aboard, at a ship’s helm,A young steersman, steering with care. A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,An ocean-bell–O a warning bell, rock’d by…
A Woman Waits For Me By Walt Whitman
A woman waits for me–she contains all, nothing is lacking,Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of theright man were…
A Song By Walt Whitman
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble;I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;I will make divine magnetic lands,With the…
A Sight In Camp By Walt Whitman
A sight in camp in the day-break grey and dim,As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless,As slow I walk in the cool fresh…
A Riddle Song By Walt Whitman
That which eludes this verse and any verse,Unheard by sharpest ear, unform’d in clearest eye or cunningest mind,Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth,And…
A Promise To California By Walt Whitman
A promise to California,Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon:Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,to teach robust…
A Paumanok Picture By Walt Whitman
Two boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,Ten fishermen waiting–they discover a thick school of mossbonkers–they drop the join’d seine-ends in the water,The…
A Noiseless Patient Spider By Walt Whitman
A noiseless, patient spider,I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament,…