A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;Our army foil’d with loss…
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A Leaf For Hand In Hand By Walt Whitman
A leaf for hand in hand!You natural persons old and young!You on the Mississippi, and on all the branches and bayous of theMississippi!You friendly boatmen…
A Hand-Mirror By Walt Whitman
Hold it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)Outside fair costume–within ashes and filth,No more a flashing eye–no more…
A Glimpse By Walt Whitman
A glimpse, through an interstice caught,Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,late of a winter night–And I unremark’d seated…
A Farm-Picture By Walt Whitman
Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;And haze, and vista, and the far horizon,…
A Clear Midnight By Walt Whitman
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,Thee fully forth…
A Child’s Amaze By Walt Whitman
Slient and amazed, even when a little boy,I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in hisstatements,As contending against some being or influence.
A Child Said, What Is The Grass? By Walt Whitman
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know…
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. A song…
A Broadway Pageant By Walt Whitman
Over the western sea, hither from Niphon come,Courteous, the swart-cheek’d two-sworded envoys,Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,Ride to-day through Manhattan. Libertad!I do not…