Years of the modern! years of the unperform’d!Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas;I see not America only, I see not only Liberty’s nation, but other nations preparing;I see tremendous entrances and exits, I see new combinations, I see the solidarity of races;I see that force advancing with irresistible power…
Year That Trembled By Walt Whitman
Year that trembled and reel’d beneath me!Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me;A thick gloom fell through the sunshine…
Year Of Meteors, 1859 ’60 By Walt Whitman
Year of meteors! brooding year!I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs;I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad;I would…
World, Take Good Notice By Walt Whitman
World, take good notice, silver stars fading,Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching,Coals thirty-eight, baleful and burning,Scarlet, significant, hands off warning,Now and henceforth flaunt from…
With Antecedents By Walt Whitman
With antecedents;With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages;With all which, had it not been, I would not now be here, as…
With All Thy Gifts, America By Walt Whitman
With all thy gifts, America,(Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,)Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee, With these, and like of these, vouchsafed to thee,What…
Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand By Walt Whitman
Whoever you are, holding me now in hand,Without one thing, all will be useless,I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,I am not…
Who Learns My Lesson Complete? By Walt Whitman
Who learns my lesson complete?Boss, journeyman, apprentice, churchman and atheist,The stupid and the wise thinker, parents and offspring, merchant, clerk, porter and customer,Editor, author, artist,…
Who Is Now Reading This? By Walt Whitman
May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past life,Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me,Or…
Whispers Of Heavenly Death By Walt Whitman
Whispers of heavenly death, murmur’d I hear;Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals;Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of…