Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1855

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  1. p. iii, line 2AMERICA does not repel the past or what it has produced under its forms or amid other politics or […]
  2. p. iii, line 11[…] and sleeping rooms of the house . . . perceives that it waits a little while in the door . . . that it was fittest for its days . . . that its action has descended […]
  3. p. iii, line 35[…] showers its prolific and splendid extravagance. One sees it must indeed own the riches of the summer and winter […]
  4. p. iii, line 57[…] they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors—the fluency […]
  5. p. iii, line 64[…] they to him—these too are unrhymed poetry. It awaits the gigantic and generous treatment worthy of it […]
  6. p. iii, line 65[…] awaits the gigantic and generous treatment worthy of it […]
  7. p. iii, line 82[…] and of the subjects of poets.—As if it were necessary to trot back generation after generation to the […]
  8. p. iv, line 78[…] and the tremulous spreading of hands to protect it, and the stern opposition to it which shall never cease […]
  9. p. iv, line 79[…] to protect it, and the stern opposition to it which shall never cease till it ceases or the speaking of tongues and the moving of […]
  10. p. iv, line 82[…] American poet is to be transcendant and new. It is to be indirect and not direct or descriptive or […]
  11. p. v, line 7[…] slothful and heavy he knows how to arouse it . . . he can make every word he speaks draw blood. Whatever […]
  12. p. v, line 11[…] stagnates. Obedience does not master him, he masters it. High up out of reach he stands turning a concentrated […]
  13. p. v, line 29[…] dots. Faith is the antiseptic of the soul . . . it pervades the common people and preserves them . . . they never give […]
  14. p. v, line 53[…] into any thing that was before thought small it dilates with the grandeur and life of the universe. He […]
  15. p. v, line 56[…] are as good as he, only he sees it and they do not. He is not one of the […]
  16. p. v, line 65[…] of the spiritual world. A single glance of it mocks all the investigations of man and all the instruments […]
  17. p. v, line 96[…] the soul. The profit of rhyme is that it drops seeds of a sweeter and more luxuriant rhyme, and […]
  18. p. v, line 98[…] and more luxuriant rhyme, and of uniformity that it conveys itself into its own roots in the ground out […]
  19. p. v, line 111[…] are in conjunction in a man or woman it is enough . . . . the fact will prevail through the universe . . . . but […]
  20. p. vi, line 21[…] ready ploughed and manured . . . . others may not know it but he shall. He shall go directly to the creation […]
  21. p. vi, line 50[…] beauty is no chance of hit or miss . . . it is inevitable as life . . . . it is exact and plumb as gravitation. From the eyesight proceeds […]
  22. p. vi, line 60[…] each for itself and onward from itself . . . that it is profuse and impartial . . . that there is not a minute […]
  23. p. vi, line 63[…] an acre of the earth or sea without it—nor any direction of the sky nor any trade or […]
  24. p. vi, line 73[…] effort and without exposing in the least how it is done the greatest poet brings the spirit of any […]
  25. p. vi, line 79[…] must surely be there and the clue of it must be there . . . . and the faintest indication is the indication […]
  26. p. vi, line 99[…] the moment of parting the one that sees it shall be encouraged or terrified afterward for many years. The […]
  27. p. vi, line 104[…] never acknowledging any lessons but its own. But it has sympathy as measureless as its pride and the one […]
  28. p. vi, line 106[…] other and neither can stretch too far while it stretches in company with the other. The inmost secrets of […]
  29. p. vii, line 9[…] you have looked on him who has achieved it you have looked on one of the masters of the […]
  30. p. vii, line 26[…] What I tell I tell for precisely what it is. Let who may exalt or startle or fascinate or […]
  31. p. vii, line 65[…] human desires and dignity and hate and love? It is that something in the soul which says, Rage on […]
  32. p. vii, line 101[…] they sent the seed of the conception of it . . . of them and by them stand the visible proofs of […]
  33. p. vii, line 114[…] here swells the soul of the poet yet it president of itself always. The depths are fathomless and therefore […]
  34. p. vii, line 120[…] and supernatural and all that was twined with it or educed out of it departs as a dream.What has ever happened . . . . what happens […]
  35. p. viii, line 10[…] all and each distinct and in its place. It is also not consistent with the reality of the soul […]
  36. p. viii, line 14[…] and women and the earth and all upon it are simply to be taken as they are, and the […]
  37. p. viii, line 40[…] is great for that is to correspond with it. The master knows that he is unspeakably great and that […]
  38. p. viii, line 52[…] ages are worthy the grand idea . . . . to them it is confided and they must sustain it. Nothing has precedence […]
  39. p. viii, line 53[…] them it is confided and they must sustain it. Nothing has precedence of it and nothing can warp or […]
  40. p. viii, line 54[…] they must sustain it. Nothing has precedence of it and nothing can warp or degrade it. The attitude of great poets is to cheer up slaves […]
  41. p. viii, line 79[…] of that place? No never. When liberty goes it is not the first to go nor the second or […]
  42. p. viii, line 80[…] go nor the second or third to go . . it waits for all the rest to go . . it is the last. . . When the memories of the old martyrs […]
  43. p. viii, line 110[…] whether they get the offices or no . . . . when it is better to be a bound booby and rogue in […]
  44. p. ix, line 30[…] not he who holds a legal title to it having bought and paid for it. Any one and every […]
  45. p. ix, line 31[…] title to it having bought and paid for it. Any one and every one is owner of the library […]
  46. p. ix, line 50[…] nuisance and revolt. Of the human form especially it is so great it must never be made ridiculous. Of ornaments to a work […]
  47. p. ix, line 55[…] nature of the work and come irrepressibly from it and are necessary to the completion of the work. Most […]
  48. p. ix, line 105[…] of her mother's. Caution seldom goes far enough. It has been thought that the prudent citizen was the citizen […]
  49. p. x, line 3[…] prudence of life are not the hospitality of it or the ripeness and harvest of it. Beyond the independence of a little sum laid aside for […]
  50. p. x, line 24[…] drafts, and moistening with tears the immense features it spreads and spreads with such velocity before the reached kisses […]
  51. p. x, line 45[…] receives from the body just as much as it gives to the body. Not one name of word or […]
  52. p. x, line 61[…] ever can be stamped on the programme but it is duly realized and returned, and that returned in further […]
  53. p. x, line 65[…] any thing else than the profoundest reason, whether it bring arguments to hand or no. No specification is necessary […]
  54. p. x, line 69[…] the windpipe to the last expiration out of it, all that a male or female does that is vigorous […]
  55. p. x, line 73[…] the universe and through the whole scope of it forever. If the savage or felon is wise it is […]
  56. p. x, line 74[…] forever. If the savage or felon is wise it is well . . . . if the greatest poet or savan is wise […]
  57. p. x, line 75[…] if the greatest poet or savan is wise it is simply the same . . if the President or chief justice […]
  58. p. x, line 76[…] if the President or chief justice is wise it is the same . . . if the young mechanic or farmer is […]
  59. p. x, line 77[…] if the young mechanic or farmer is wise it is no more or less . . if the prostitute is wise […]
  60. p. x, line 78[…] more or less . . if the prostitute is wise it is no more nor less. The interest will come round […]
  61. p. x, line 100[…] location . . . . all that was ever manfully begun, whether it succeeded or no . . . . all that has at any time been […]
  62. p. xi, line 17[…] man who composedly periled his life and lost it has done exceeding well for himself, while the man who […]
  63. p. xi, line 19[…] who has not periled his life and retains it to old age in riches and ease has perhaps achieved […]
  64. p. xi, line 51[…] or performance after the changes of time. Does it live through them? Does it still hold on untired? Will the same style and the […]
  65. p. xi, line 112The English language befriends the grand American expression . . . . it is brawny enough and limber and full enough. On the […]
  66. p. xii, line 2[…] liberty, which is the animus of all liberty, it has attracted the terms of daintier and gayer and subtler […]
  67. p. xii, line 3[…] and gayer and subtler and more elegant tongues. It is the powerful language of resistance . . . it is the dialect […]
  68. p. xii, line 4[…] tongues. It is the powerful language of resistance . . . it is the dialect of common sense. It is the speech […]
  69. p. xii, line 5[…] resistance . . . it is the dialect of common sense. It is the speech of the proud and melancholy races and […]
  70. p. xii, line 7[…] and melancholy races and of all who aspire. It is the chosen tongue to express growth faith self-esteem freedom […]
  71. p. xii, line 9[…] justice equality friendliness amplitude prudence decision and courage. It is the medium that shall well nigh express the inexpressible […]
  72. p. xii, line 20[…] sign appears from the mouths of the people, it throbs a live interrogation in every freeman's and freewoman's heart […]
  73. p. xii, line 22[…] passes by or this built to remain. Is it uniform with my country? Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions […]
  74. p. xii, line 24[…] country? Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions? Is it for the evergrowing communes of brothers and lovers, large, well-united […]
  75. p. xii, line 27[…] the old models, generous beyond all models? Is it something grown fresh out of the fields or drawn from […]
  76. p. xii, line 31[…] of my materials. Does this answer? or is it without reference to universal needs? or sprung of the needs […]
  77. p. xii, line 38[…] slavery at nought for life and death? Will it help breed one goodshaped and wellhung man, and a woman […]
  78. p. xii, line 41[…] to be his perfect and independent mate? Does it improve manners? Is it for the nursing of the young of the republic? Does […]
  79. p. xii, line 42[…] nursing of the young of the republic? Does it solve readily with the sweet milk of the nipples of […]
  80. p. xii, line 44[…] breasts of the mother of many children? Has it too the old ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality? Does it look […]
  81. p. xii, line 45[…] too the old ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality? Does it look with the same love on the last born and […]
  82. p. xii, line 57[…] goodwill for the visitors that have sent word. It is not intellect that is to be their warrant and […]
  83. p. xii, line 63[…] does its work. No disguise can pass on it . . no disguise can conceal from it. It rejects none, it […]
  84. p. xii, line 64[…] pass on it . . no disguise can conceal from it. It rejects none, it permits all. Only toward as good as itself and toward […]
  85. p. xii, line 65[…] itself and toward the like of itself will it advance half-way. An individual is as superb as a nation […]
  86. p. xii, line 73[…] absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it […]
  87. p. 13, line 7I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it,
  88. p. 13, line 8The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
  89. p. 13, line 9The atmosphere is not a perfume . . . . it has no taste of the distillation . . . . it is odorless,
  90. p. 13, line 10It is for my mouth forever . . . . I am in love with it,
  91. p. 13, line 12I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
  92. p. 14, line 19To elaborate is no avail . . . . Learned and unlearned feel that it is so.
  93. p. 14, line 26Showing the best and dividing it from the worst, age vexes age,
  94. p. 15, line 19Both in and out of the game, and watching and wondering at it.
  95. p. 16, line 7A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
  96. p. 16, line 8How could I answer the child? . . . . I do not know what it is any more than he.
  97. p. 16, line 9I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
  98. p. 16, line 10Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
  99. p. 16, line 14Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
  100. p. 16, line 15And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
  101. p. 16, line 18And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
  102. p. 16, line 20It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
  103. p. 16, line 21It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
  104. p. 16, line 22It may be you are from old people and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps,
  105. p. 17, line 5And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
  106. p. 17, line 9Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
  107. p. 17, line 10I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
  108. p. 17, line 19For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
  109. p. 17, line 32It is so . . . . I witnessed the corpse . . . . there the pistol had fallen.
  110. p. 19, line 26The beards of the young men glistened with wet, it ran from their long hair,
  111. p. 19, line 29It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
  112. p. 20, line 21It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
  113. p. 21, line 1Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation;
  114. p. 21, line 2The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,
  115. p. 21, line 18Scattering it freely forever.
  116. p. 22, line 15The young sister holds out the skein, the elder sister winds it off in a ball and stops now and then for the knots,
  117. p. 23, line 7Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered . . . . it is the Fourth of July . . . . what salutes of cannon and small arms!
  118. p. 23, line 20And such as it is to be of these more or less I am.
  119. p. 24, line 23It is for the illiterate . . . . it is for the judges of the supreme court . . . . it is for the federal capitol and the state capitols,
  120. p. 24, line 24It is for the admirable communes of literary men and composers and singers and lecturers and engineers and savans,
  121. p. 24, line 25It is for the endless races of working people and farmers and seamen.
  122. p. 24, line 28Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
  123. p. 24, line 29I also say it is good to fall . . . . battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
  124. p. 25, line 5It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous . . . . I make appointments with all,
  125. p. 25, line 15Do you take it I would astonish?
  126. p. 25, line 21How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
  127. p. 25, line 23All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own,
  128. p. 25, line 24Else it were time lost listening to me.
  129. p. 26, line 20I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.
  130. p. 26, line 29And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
  131. p. 27, line 2It is a trifle . . . . they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on.
  132. p. 28, line 2What blurt is it about virtue and about vice?
  133. p. 28, line 13There is no better than it and now.
  134. p. 28, line 19One time as good as another time . . . . here or henceforward it is all the same to me.
  135. p. 28, line 22Fetch stonecrop and mix it with cedar and branches of lilac;
  136. p. 30, line 1If I worship any particular thing it shall be some of the spread of my body;
  137. p. 30, line 2Translucent mould of me it shall be you,
  138. p. 30, line 3Shaded ledges and rests, firm masculine coulter, it shall be you,
  139. p. 30, line 4Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you,
  140. p. 30, line 6Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you,
  141. p. 30, line 7My brain it shall be your occult convolutions,
  142. p. 30, line 8Root of washed sweet-flag, timorous pond-snipe, nest of guarded duplicate eggs, it shall be you,
  143. p. 30, line 9Mixed tussled hay of head and beard and brawn it shall be you,
  144. p. 30, line 10Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you;
  145. p. 30, line 11Sun so generous it shall be you,
  146. p. 30, line 12Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you,
  147. p. 30, line 13You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you,
  148. p. 30, line 14Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you,
  149. p. 30, line 15Broad muscular fields, branches of liveoak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you,
  150. p. 30, line 16Hands I have taken, face I have kissed, mortal I have ever touched, it shall be you.
  151. p. 30, line 21To walk up my stoop is unaccountable . . . . I pause to consider if it really be,
  152. p. 31, line 5Speech is the twin of my vision . . . . it is unequal to measure itself.
  153. p. 31, line 6It provokes me forever,
  154. p. 31, line 7It says sarcastically, Walt, you understand enough . . . . why don't you let it out then?
  155. p. 31, line 13My knowledge my live parts . . . . it keeping tally with the meaning of things,
  156. p. 32, line 7I hear the chorus . . . . it is a grand-opera . . . . this indeed is music!
  157. p. 32, line 12It wrenches unnamable ardors from my breast,
  158. p. 32, line 13It throbs me to gulps of the farthest down horror,
  159. p. 32, line 14It sails me . . . . I dab with bare feet . . . . they are licked by the indolent waves,
  160. p. 32, line 23They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
  161. p. 33, line 15Did it make you ache so leaving me?
  162. p. 33, line 21They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,
  163. p. 33, line 33And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific,
  164. p. 34, line 12And call any thing close again when I desire it.
  165. p. 35, line 12Swift wind! Space! My Soul! Now I know it is true what I guessed at;
  166. p. 36, line 3Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze;
  167. p. 36, line 14Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft . . . . floating in it myself and looking composedly down;
  168. p. 38, line 15I ascend to the foretruck . . . . I take my place late at night in the crow's nest . . . . we sail through the arctic sea . . . . it is plenty light enough,
  169. p. 39, line 1How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steamship, and death chasing it up and down the storm,
  170. p. 39, line 7All this I swallow and it tastes good . . . . I like it well, and it becomes mine,
  171. p. 40, line 27The second Sunday morning they were brought out in squads and massacred . . . . it was beautiful early summer,
  172. p. 42, line 5One of the pumps was shot away . . . . it was generally thought we were sinking.
  173. p. 43, line 5It is I let out in the morning and barred at night.
  174. p. 43, line 22The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it . . . . or to any graves,
  175. p. 44, line 7Is he waiting for civilization or past it and mastering it?
  176. p. 44, line 21And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
  177. p. 45, line 22Heard it and heard of several thousand years;
  178. p. 45, line 23It is middling well as far as it goes . . . . but is that all?
  179. p. 46, line 18Guessing when I am it will not tickle me much to receive puffs out of pulpit or print;
  180. p. 49, line 5But I know it is sure and alive and sufficient.
  181. p. 49, line 6Each who passes is considered, and each who stops is considered, and not a single one can it fail.
  182. p. 49, line 7It cannot fail the young man who died and was buried,
  183. p. 49, line 10Nor the old man who has lived without purpose, and feels it with bitterness worse than gall,
  184. p. 49, line 17It is time to explain myself . . . . let us stand up.
  185. p. 50, line 20My embryo has never been torpid . . . . nothing could overlay it;
  186. p. 50, line 21For it the nebula cohered to an orb . . . . the long slow strata piled to rest it on . . . . vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
  187. p. 50, line 22Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.
  188. p. 51, line 5Every condition promulges not only itself . . . . it promulges what grows after and out of itself,
  189. p. 51, line 15If I and you and the worlds and all beneath or upon their surfaces, and all the palpable life, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,
  190. p. 51, line 18A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span, or make it impatient,
  191. p. 52, line 5You must travel it for yourself.
  192. p. 52, line 6It is not far . . . . it is within reach,
  193. p. 52, line 7Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know,
  194. p. 52, line 8Perhaps it is every where on water and on land.
  195. p. 52, line 30He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
  196. p. 53, line 11It is you talking just as much as myself . . . . I act as the tongue of you,
  197. p. 53, line 12It was tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.
  198. p. 54, line 3And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,
  199. p. 54, line 4And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe,
  200. p. 54, line 16And as to you death, and you bitter hug of mortality . . . . it is idle to try to alarm me.
  201. p. 55, line 4There is that in me . . . . I do not know what it is . . . . but I know it is in me.
  202. p. 55, line 7I do not know it . . . . it is without name . . . . it is a word unsaid,
  203. p. 55, line 8It is not in any dictionary or utterance or symbol.
  204. p. 55, line 9Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
  205. p. 55, line 10To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.
  206. p. 55, line 13It is not chaos or death . . . . it is form and union and plan . . . . it is eternal life . . . . it is happiness.
  207. p. 56, line 1It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadowed wilds,
  208. p. 56, line 2It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
  209. p. 56, line 4I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.
  210. p. 57, line 4This is unfinished business with me . . . . how is it with you?
  211. p. 57, line 7I do not thank you for liking me as I am, and liking the touch of me . . . . I know that it is good for you to do so.
  212. p. 57, line 8Were all educations practical and ornamental well displayed out of me, what would it amount to?
  213. p. 57, line 9Were I as the head teacher or charitable proprietor or wise statesman, what would it amount to?
  214. p. 58, line 7Is it you then that thought yourself less?
  215. p. 58, line 8Is it you that thought the President greater than you? or the rich better off than you? or the educated wiser than you?
  216. p. 58, line 10Souls of men and women! it is not you I call unseen, unheard, untouchable and untouching;
  217. p. 58, line 11It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to settle whether you are alive or no;
  218. p. 59, line 10It is not what is printed or preached or discussed . . . . it eludes discussion and print,
  219. p. 59, line 11It is not to be put in a book . . . . it is not in this book,
  220. p. 59, line 12It is for you whoever you are . . . . it is no farther from you than your hearing and sight are from you,
  221. p. 59, line 13It is hinted by nearest and commonest and readiest . . . . it is not them, though it is endlessly provoked by them . . . . What is there ready and near you now?
  222. p. 59, line 14You may read in many languages and read nothing about it;
  223. p. 59, line 15You may read the President's message and read nothing about it there,
  224. p. 59, line 18The sun and stars that float in the open air . . . . the appleshaped earth and we upon it . . . . surely the drift of them is something grand;
  225. p. 59, line 19I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness,
  226. p. 59, line 21And that it is not something which by luck may turn out well for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,
  227. p. 60, line 2Have you reckoned the landscape took substance and form that it might be painted in a picture?
  228. p. 60, line 17It is not they who give the life . . . . it is you who give the life;
  229. p. 60, line 20The President is up there in the White House for you . . . . it is not you who are here for him,
  230. p. 61, line 1All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it;
  231. p. 61, line 2Did you think it was in the white or gray stone? or the lines of the arches and cornices?
  232. p. 61, line 4It is not the violins and the cornets . . . . it is not the oboe nor the beating drums— nor the notes of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza . . . . nor those of the men's chorus, nor those of the women's chorus,
  233. p. 61, line 5It is nearer and farther than they.
  234. p. 61, line 18(What is it that you made money? what is it that you got what you wanted?)
  235. p. 63, line 8The snowplough and two engines pushing it . . . . the ride in the express train of only one car . . . . the swift go through a howling storm:
  236. p. 66, line 19The earth is swiftly shovelled in . . . . a minute . . no one moves or speaks . . . . it is done,
  237. p. 66, line 25Had known what it was to be flush . . grew lowspirited toward the last . . sickened . . was helped by a contribution,
  238. p. 68, line 1It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father—it is to identify you,
  239. p. 68, line 2It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided;
  240. p. 68, line 12The law of the living cannot be eluded . . . . it is eternal,
  241. p. 69, line 16Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good,
  242. p. 69, line 17The whole universe indicates that it is good,
  243. p. 69, line 18The past and the present indicate that it is good.
  244. p. 69, line 20How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
  245. p. 69, line 27I cannot define my satisfaction . . yet it is so,
  246. p. 69, line 28I cannot define my life . . yet it is so.
  247. p. 70, line 2That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and the cohering is for it,
  248. p. 70, line 3And all preparation is for it . . and identity is for it . . and life and death are for it.
  249. p. 71, line 11I saw that it was beautiful . . . . and I see that what is not the earth is beautiful.
  250. p. 71, line 16I am the everlaughing . . . . it is new moon and twilight,
  251. p. 71, line 18Cache and cache again deep in the ground and sea, and where it is neither ground or sea.
  252. p. 71, line 30My truant lover has come and it is dark.
  253. p. 72, line 8Be careful, darkness . . . . already, what was it touched me?
  254. p. 72, line 24It is my face yellow and wrinkled instead of the old woman's,
  255. p. 72, line 26It is I too . . . . the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,
  256. p. 72, line 29It is dark here underground . . . . it is not evil or pain here . . . . it is blank here, for reasons.
  257. p. 73, line 1It seems to me that everything in the light and air ought to be happy;
  258. p. 73, line 12His beautiful body is borne in the circling eddies . . . . it is continually bruised on rocks,
  259. p. 73, line 20I can but rush to the surf and let it drench me and freeze upon me.
  260. p. 74, line 27Now the vast dusk bulk that is the whale's bulk . . . . it seems mine,
  261. p. 75, line 10The Swiss foots it toward his hills . . . . the Prussian goes his way, and the Hungarian his way, and the Pole goes his way,
  262. p. 75, line 30The soul is always beautiful . . . . it appears more or it appears less . . . . it comes or lags behind,
  263. p. 76, line 1It comes from its embowered garden and looks pleasantly on itself and encloses the world;
  264. p. 77, line 11Was it dreamed whether those who corrupted their own live bodies could conceal themselves?
  265. p. 77, line 16It is in his limbs and joints also . . . . it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
  266. p. 77, line 17It is in his walk . . the carriage of his neck . . the flex of his waist and knees . . . . dress does not hide him,
  267. p. 79, line 10I do not ask any more delight . . . . I swim in it as in a sea.
  268. p. 79, line 14A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
  269. p. 79, line 15It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
  270. p. 79, line 16I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor . . . . all falls aside but myself and it,
  271. p. 79, line 18Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it . . the response likewise ungovernable,
  272. p. 80, line 1Be not ashamed women . . your privilege encloses the rest . . it is the exit of the rest,
  273. p. 80, line 12Knowledge becomes him . . . . he likes it always . . . . he brings everything to the test of himself,
  274. p. 80, line 15The man's body is sacred and the woman's body is sacred . . . . it is no matter who,
  275. p. 80, line 16Is it a slave? Is it one of the dullfaced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
  276. p. 81, line 6In it and below it the making of the attributes of heroes.
  277. p. 83, line 10Some abject louse asking leave to be . . cringing for it,
  278. p. 83, line 11Some milknosed maggot blessing what lets it wrig to its hole.
  279. p. 84, line 15This is the face commanding and bearded . . . . it asks no odds of the rest;
  280. p. 84, line 21In each house is the ovum . . . . it comes forth after a thousand years.
  281. p. 85, line 2It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences,
  282. p. 85, line 3It hangs thin by the sassafras, the wildcherry and the catbrier under them.
  283. p. 85, line 12Her grandsons raised the flax, and her granddaughters spun it with the distaff and the wheel.
  284. p. 86, line 10What can be answered he answers, and what cannot be answered he shows how it cannot be answered.
  285. p. 86, line 12It is vain to skulk . . . . Do you hear that mocking and laughter? Do you hear the ironical echoes?
  286. p. 86, line 20He resolves all tongues into his own, and bestows it upon men . . and any man translates . . and any man translates himself also:
  287. p. 87, line 6No matter what the work is, that he is one to follow it or has followed it,
  288. p. 87, line 16You think it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses,
  289. p. 87, line 17Well it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses;
  290. p. 88, line 27But it stalks invisibly over the earth . . whispering counseling cautioning.
  291. p. 89, line 11Why this is a show! It has called the dead out of the earth,
  292. p. 89, line 13Uncountable phantoms gather by flank and rear of it,
  293. p. 89, line 23Worse and worse . . . . Can't you stand it? Are you retreating?
  294. p. 89, line 27But there is one thing that belongs here . . . . Shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?
  295. p. 89, line 28I will whisper it to the Mayor . . . . he shall send a committee to England,
  296. p. 90, line 5And fetch home the roarers from Congress, and make another procession and guard it with foot and dragoons.
  297. p. 91, line 11Affection that will not be gainsayed . . . . The sense of what is real . . . . the thought if after all it should prove unreal,
  298. p. 91, line 13Whether that which appears so is so . . . . Or is it all flashes and specks?
  299. p. 91, line 21The strata of colored clouds . . . . the long bar of maroontint away solitary by itself . . . . the spread of purity it lies motionless in,
  300. p. 92, line 5It is no lesson . . . . it lets down the bars to a good lesson,
  301. p. 92, line 12I cannot say to any person what I hear . . . . I cannot say it to myself . . . . it is very wonderful.
  302. p. 92, line 13It is no little matter, this round and delicious globe, moving so exactly in its orbit forever and ever, without one jolt or the untruth of a single second;
  303. p. 92, line 14I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years, nor ten decillions of years,
  304. p. 92, line 19Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is immortal,
  305. p. 92, line 20I know it is wonderful . . . . but my eyesight is equally wonderful . . . . and how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful,
  306. p. 93, line 12It is good to live in this age . . . . there never was any better.
  307. p. 93, line 19What they felt . . do not we feel it in ourselves?
  308. p. 94, line 7Great is the earth, and the way it became what it is,
  309. p. 94, line 8Do you imagine it is stopped at this? . . . . and the increase abandoned?
  310. p. 94, line 9Understand then that it goes as far onward from this as this is from the times when it lay in covering waters and gases.
  311. p. 94, line 12It is inevitably in the man . . . . He and it are in love, and never leave each other.
  312. p. 94, line 13The truth in man is no dictum . . . . it is vital as eyesight,
  313. p. 94, line 18Great is language . . . . it is the mightiest of the sciences,
  314. p. 94, line 19It is the fulness and color and form and diversity of the earth . . . . and of men and women . . . . and of all qualities and processes;
  315. p. 94, line 20It is greater than wealth . . . . it is greater than buildings or ships or religions or paintings or music.
  316. p. 94, line 23It is the mother of the brood that must rule the earth with the new rule,
  317. p. 95, line 3Justice is not settled by legislators and laws . . . . it is in the soul,
  318. p. 95, line 4It cannot be varied by statutes any more than love or pride or the attraction of gravity can,
  319. p. 95, line 5It is immutable . . it does not depend on majorities . . . . majorities or what not come at last before the same passionless and exact tribunal.
  320. p. 95, line 6For justice are the grand natural lawyers and perfect judges . . . . it is in their souls,
  321. p. 95, line 7It is well assorted . . . . they have not studied for nothing . . . . the great includes the less,
  322. p. 95, line 12I do not know what it is any more than I know what health is . . . . but I know it is great.
  323. p. 95, line 13Great is wickedness . . . . I find I often admire it just as much as I admire goodness:
  324. p. 95, line 14Do you call that a paradox? It certainly is a paradox.