I heard you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I pass’d the church;Winds of autumn! – as I walk’d the woods at dusk, I heard your long-stretch’d sighs, up above, so mournful;I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera – I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet…
I Hear It Was Charged Against Me By Walt Whitman
I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions;But really I am neither for nor against institutions;(What indeed have I in…
I Hear America Singing By Walt Whitman
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;Those of mechanics – each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;The carpenter singing…
I Dream’d In A Dream By Walt Whitman
I dream’d in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth;I dream’d that was…
I Am He That Aches With Love By Walt Whitman
I am he that aches with amorous love;Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?So the Body of me, to all…
Hush’d Be The Camps To-day By Walt Whitman
Hush’d be the camps to-day;And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons;And each with musing soul retire, to celebrate,Our dear commander’s death. No more for…
How Solemn As One By One By Walt Whitman
How solemn, as one by one,As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty–as the men file by where I stand;As the faces, the masks appear–as…
Hours Continuing Long By Walt Whitman
Hours continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my…
Here, Sailor By Walt Whitman
What ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect pilot needs?Here, sailor!…
Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me By Walt Whitman
Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:Here I shade and hide my thoughts – I myself do not expose them,And yet they…