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- p. iii, line 3[…] forms or amid other politics or the idea of castes or the old religions . . . . accepts the lesson with calmness […]
- p. iii, line 8[…] its requirements has passed into the new life of the new forms . . . perceives that the corpse is slowly borne […]
- p. iii, line 10[…] slowly borne from the eating and sleeping rooms of the house . . . perceives that it waits a little while in […]
- p. iii, line 15The Americans of all nations at any time upon the earth have probably […]
- p. iii, line 18[…] are essentially the greatest poem. In the history of the earth hitherto the largest and most stirring appear tame […]
- p. iii, line 21[…] Here at last is something in the doings of man that corresponds with the broadcast doings of the day […]
- p. iii, line 22[…] of man that corresponds with the broadcast doings of the day and night. Here is not merely a nation […]
- p. iii, line 24[…] not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations. Here is action untied from strings necessarily blind to […]
- p. iii, line 31[…] disdaining the trivial unapproached in the tremendous audacity of its crowds and groupings and the push of its perspective […]
- p. iii, line 32[…] of its crowds and groupings and the push of its perspective spreads with crampless and flowing breadth and showers […]
- p. iii, line 35[…] One sees it must indeed own the riches of the summer and winter, and need never be bankrupt while […]
- p. iii, line 41[…] indicate themselves in their deputies . . . . but the genius of the United States is not best or most in its […]
- p. iii, line 48[…] manners speech dress friendships—the freshness and candor of their physiognomy—the picturesque looseness of their carriage . . . their deathless […]
- p. iii, line 49[…] and candor of their physiognomy—the picturesque looseness of their carriage . . . their deathless attachment to freedom—their aversion to […]
- p. iii, line 52[…] indecorous or soft or mean—the practical acknowledgment of the citizens of one state by the citizens of all other states—the fierceness of their roused resentment—their […]
- p. iii, line 53[…] the citizens of all other states—the fierceness of their roused resentment—their curiosity and welcome of novelty—their […]
- p. iii, line 54[…] of their roused resentment—their curiosity and welcome of novelty—their self-esteem and wonderful sympathy—their susceptibility to a […]
- p. iii, line 56[…] susceptibility to a slight—the air they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in […]
- p. iii, line 58[…] how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors—the fluency of their speech—their delight in music, the sure symptom of […]
- p. iii, line 59[…] speech—their delight in music, the sure symptom of manly tenderness and native elegance of soul . . . their good temper […]
- p. iii, line 60[…] sure symptom of manly tenderness and native elegance of soul . . . their good temper and openhandedness—the terrible significance of […]
- p. iii, line 62[…] their good temper and openhandedness—the terrible significance of their elections—the President's taking off his hat to them […]
- p. iii, line 65[…] It awaits the gigantic and generous treatment worthy of it […]
- p. iii, line 66The largeness of nature or the nation were monstrous without a corresponding largeness […]
- p. iii, line 70[…] were monstrous without a corresponding largeness and generosity of the spirit of the citizen. Not nature nor swarming states nor streets and […]
- p. iii, line 74[…] capital nor learning may suffice for the ideal of man . . . nor suffice the poet. No reminiscences may suffice either […]
- p. iii, line 79[…] from its own soul. This is the sum of the profitable uses of individuals or states and of present […]
- p. iii, line 80[…] This is the sum of the profitable uses of individuals or states and of present action and grandeur and of the subjects of poets […]
- p. iii, line 81[…] states and of present action and grandeur and of the subjects of poets.—As if it were necessary to trot back generation […]
- p. iii, line 84[…] eastern records! As if the beauty and sacredness of the demonstrable must fall behind that of the mythical! As […]
- p. iii, line 85[…] sacredness of the demonstrable must fall behind that of the mythical! As if men do not make their mark […]
- p. iii, line 86[…] if men do not make their mark out of any times! As if the opening of the western continent by discovery and what has transpired since […]
- p. iii, line 89[…] South America were less than the small theatre of the antique or the aimless sleepwalking of the middle ages […]
- p. iii, line 90[…] theatre of the antique or the aimless sleepwalking of the middle ages! The pride of the United States leaves […]
- p. iii, line 92[…] aimless sleepwalking of the middle ages! The pride of the United States leaves the wealth and finesse of the […]
- p. iii, line 93[…] the United States leaves the wealth and finesse of the cities and all returns of commerce and agriculture and all the magnitude of geography orshows […]
- p. iii, line 94[…] of commerce and agriculture and all the magnitude of geography orshows of exterior victory to enjoy the breed of […]
- p. iv, line 1[…] agriculture and all the magnitude of geography orshows of exterior victory to enjoy the breed of fullsized men or one fullsized man unconquerable and simple […]
- p. iv, line 5[…] old and new for America is the race of races. Of them a bard is to be commensurate with a people […]
- p. iv, line 16[…] him. The blue breadth over the inland sea of Virginia and Maryland and the sea off Massachusetts and Maine […]
- p. iv, line 23[…] Oregon, is not tallied by the blue breadth of the waters below more than the breadth of above and […]
- p. iv, line 24[…] of the waters below more than the breadth of above and below is tallied by him. When the long […]
- p. iv, line 30[…] him rise solid growths that offset the growths of pine and cedar and hemlock and liveoak and locust and […]
- p. iv, line 37[…] crackling in the wind . . . . and sides and peaks of mountains . . . . and pasturage sweet and free as savannah or upland […]
- p. iv, line 40[…] flights and songs and screams that answer those of the wildpigeon and highhold and orchard-oriole and coot and surf-duck […]
- p. iv, line 48[…] mother's and father's. To him enter the essences of the real things and past and present events—of the […]
- p. iv, line 49[…] the real things and past and present events—of the enormous diversity of temperature and agriculture and mines—the tribes of red aborigines […]
- p. iv, line 51[…] of temperature and agriculture and mines—the tribes of red aborigines—the weatherbeaten vessels entering new ports or making […]
- p. iv, line 54[…] the rapid stature and muscle—the haughty defiance of '76, and the war and peace and formation of the constitution […]
- p. iv, line 55[…] of '76, and the war and peace and formation of the constitution . . . . the union always surrounded by blatherers and always […]
- p. iv, line 58[…] and always calm and impregnable—the perpetual coming of immigrants—the wharf hem'd cities and superior marine—the unsurveyed […]
- p. iv, line 64[…] fisheries and whaling and gold-digging—the endless gestation of new states—the convening of Congress every December, the members […]
- p. iv, line 65[…] the endless gestation of new states—the convening of Congress every December, the members duly coming up from all […]
- p. iv, line 67[…] climates and the uttermost parts . . . . the noble character of the young mechanics and of all free American workmen and […]
- p. iv, line 68[…] the noble character of the young mechanics and of all free American workmen and workwomen . . . . the general ardor and […]
- p. iv, line 70[…] ardor and friendliness and enterprise—the perfect equality of the female with the male . . . . the large amativeness—the fluid […]
- p. iv, line 72[…] the male . . . . the large amativeness—the fluid movement of the population—the factories and mercantile life and laborsaving machinery […]
- p. iv, line 76[…] target excursion—the southern plantation life—the character of the northeast and of the northwest and southwest—slavery and the tremulous spreading of […]
- p. iv, line 78[…] northwest and southwest—slavery and the tremulous spreading of hands to protect it, and the stern opposition to it […]
- p. iv, line 80[…] never cease till it ceases or the speaking of tongues and the moving of lips cease. For such the expression of the American poet […]
- p. iv, line 81[…] moving of lips cease. For such the expression of the American poet is to be transcendant and new. It […]
- p. iv, line 85[…] to much more. Let the age and wars of other nations be chanted and their eras and characters be […]
- p. iv, line 87[…] finish the verse. Not so the great psalm of the republic. Here the theme is creative and has vista […]
- p. iv, line 91[…] science and sees the solid and beautiful forms of the future where there are now no solid forms […]
- p. iv, line 93Of all nations the United States with veins full of poetical […]
- p. iv, line 94[…] all nations the United States with veins full of poetical stuff most need poets and will doubtless have the […]
- p. iv, line 97[…] common referee so much as their poets shall. Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not […]
- p. iv, line 100[…] him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity. Nothing out of its place is good and nothing in its place is […]
- p. iv, line 103[…] neither more nor less. He is the arbiter of the diverse and he is the key. He is the […]
- p. iv, line 105[…] he is the key. He is the equalizer of his age and land . . . . he supplies what wants supplying and […]
- p. iv, line 107[…] wants checking. If peace is the routine out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich, thrifty, building vast and populous cities, encouraging […]
- p. iv, line 110[…] and the arts and commerce—lighting the study of man, the soul, immortality—federal, state or municipal government,marriage […]
- p. v, line 4[…] In war he is the most deadly force of the war. Who recruits him recruits horse and foot . . . he […]
- p. v, line 5[…] him recruits horse and foot . . . he fetches parks of artillery the best that engineer ever knew. If the time […]
- p. v, line 9[…] speaks draw blood. Whatever stagnates in the flat of custom or obedience or legislation he never stagnates. Obedience does […]
- p. v, line 11[…] master him, he masters it. High up out of reach he stands turning a concentrated light . . . he turns the […]
- p. v, line 23[…] the most faith. His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things. In the talk on the soul […]
- p. v, line 24[…] His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things. In the talk on the soul and eternity and […]
- p. v, line 25[…] on the soul and eternity and God off of his equal plane he is silent. He sees eternity less […]
- p. v, line 29[…] as dreams or dots. Faith is the antiseptic of the soul . . . it pervades the common people and preserves them […]
- p. v, line 34[…] illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius. The poet sees for a certainty […]
- p. v, line 39[…] freely used by him but never the power of attack. What is past is past. If he does not […]
- p. v, line 42[…] he is not what is wanted. The presence of the greatest poet conquers . . . not parleying or struggling or any […]
- p. v, line 45[…] after him! there is not left any vestige of despair or misanthropy or cunning or exclusiveness or the ignominy […]
- p. v, line 47[…] misanthropy or cunning or exclusiveness or the ignominy of a nativity or color or delusion of hell or the necessity of hell . . . . . and no man thenceforward […]
- p. v, line 48[…] color or delusion of hell or the necessity of hell . . . . . and no man thenceforward shall be degraded for ignorance […]
- p. v, line 54[…] small it dilates with the grandeur and life of the universe. He is a seer . . . . he is individual . . . he […]
- p. v, line 57[…] and they do not. He is not one of the chorus . . . . he does not stop for any regulation . . . he […]
- p. v, line 58[…] stop for any regulation . . . he is the president of regulation. What the eyesight does to the rest he does […]
- p. v, line 62[…] to the rest. Who knows the curious mystery of the eyesight? The other senses corroborate themselves, but this is […]
- p. v, line 64[…] proof but its own and foreruns the identities of the spiritual world. A single glance of it mocks all […]
- p. v, line 65[…] identities of the spiritual world. A single glance of it mocks all the investigations of man and all the […]
- p. v, line 66[…] single glance of it mocks all the investigations of man and all the instruments and books of the earth and all reasoning. What is marvellous? what is […]
- p. v, line 70[…] after you have once just opened the space of a peachpit and given audience to far and near and […]
- p. v, line 75[…] sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers, are […]
- p. v, line 77[…] rivers, are not small themes . . . but folks expect of the poet to indicate more than the beauty and dignity […]
- p. v, line 83[…] probably as well as he. The passionate tenacity of hunters, woodmen, early risers, cultivators of gardens and orchards and […]
- p. v, line 84[…] passionate tenacity of hunters, woodmen, early risers, cultivators of gardens and orchards and fields, the love of healthy women […]
- p. v, line 85[…] of gardens and orchards and fields, the love of healthy women for the manly form, seafaring persons, drivers of […]
- p. v, line 86[…] women for the manly form, seafaring persons, drivers of horses, the passion for light and the open air, all […]
- p. v, line 87[…] open air, all is an old varied sign of the unfailing perception of beauty and of a residence of […]
- p. v, line 88[…] an old varied sign of the unfailing perception of beauty and of a residence of the poetic in outdoor people. They can […]
- p. v, line 90[…] unfailing perception of beauty and of a residence of the poetic in outdoor people. They can never be assisted […]
- p. v, line 95[…] complaints or good precepts, but is the life of these and much else and is in the soul. The […]
- p. v, line 96[…] else and is in the soul. The profit of rhyme is that it drops seeds of a sweeter and more luxuriant rhyme, and of uniformity that […]
- p. v, line 97[…] of a sweeter and more luxuriant rhyme, and of uniformity that it conveys itself into its own roots in […]
- p. v, line 99[…] into its own roots in the ground out of sight. The rhyme and uniformity of perfect poems show the free growth of metrical laws and […]
- p. v, line 100[…] uniformity of perfect poems show the free growth of metrical laws and bud from them as unerringly and loosely […]
- p. v, line 103[…] and take shapes as compact as the shapes of chestnuts and oranges and melons and pears, and shed the […]
- p. v, line 105[…] perfume impalpable to form. The fluency and ornaments of the finest poems or music or orations or recitations are […]
- p. v, line 114[…] through the universe . . . . but the gaggery and gilt of a million years will not prevail. Who troubles himself about […]
- p. vi, line 7[…] or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the […]
- p. vi, line 9[…] and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season […]
- p. vi, line 11[…] these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at […]
- p. vi, line 16[…] in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your […]
- p. vi, line 17[…] your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. . . . . . . . The poet shall not spend his time in […]
- p. vi, line 22[…] the creation. His trust shall master the trust of everything he touches . . . . and shall master all attachment […]
- p. vi, line 28[…] indifferent which chance happens and which possible contingency of fortune or misfortune and persuades daily and hourly his delicious […]
- p. vi, line 32[…] progress to contact and amorous joy. Other proportions of the reception of pleasure dwindle to nothing to his proportions. All expected from […]
- p. vi, line 35[…] highest he is rapport with in the sight of the daybreak or a scene of the winter woods or the presence of children playing or […]
- p. vi, line 36[…] scene of the winter woods or the presence of children playing or with his arm round the neck of […]
- p. vi, line 37[…] playing or with his arm round the neck of a man or woman. His love above all love has […]
- p. vi, line 39[…] has leisure and expanse . . . . he leaves room ahead of himself. He is no irresolute or suspicious lover . . . he is […]
- p. vi, line 46[…] saw them buried. The sea is not surer of the shore or the shore of the sea than he […]
- p. vi, line 47[…] not surer of the shore or the shore of the sea than he is of the fruition of his love and of all perfection and beauty […]
- p. vi, line 48[…] is of the fruition of his love and of all perfection and beauty […]
- p. vi, line 49The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss . . . it is inevitable as life . . . . it is […]
- p. vi, line 54[…] from the voice proceeds another voice eternally curious of the harmony of things with man. To these respond perfections not only in […]
- p. vi, line 58[…] themselves just the same. These understand the law of perfection in masses and floods . . . that its finish is to […]
- p. vi, line 61[…] and impartial . . . that there is not a minute of the light or dark nor an acre of the earth […]
- p. vi, line 62[…] of the light or dark nor an acre of the earth or sea without it—nor any direction of […]
- p. vi, line 63[…] earth or sea without it—nor any direction of the sky nor any trade or employment nor any turn […]
- p. vi, line 64[…] nor any trade or employment nor any turn of events. This is the reason that about the proper expression […]
- p. vi, line 66[…] is the reason that about the proper expression of beauty there is precision and balance . . . one part does not […]
- p. vi, line 70[…] the most lithe and powerful organ . . . the pleasure of poems is not in them that take the handsomest measure […]
- p. vi, line 73[…] is done the greatest poet brings the spirit of any or all events and passions and scenes and persons […]
- p. vi, line 79[…] purpose must surely be there and the clue of it must be there . . . . and the faintest indication is the […]
- p. vi, line 80[…] there . . . . and the faintest indication is the indication of the best and then becomes the clearest indication. Past and […]
- p. vi, line 84[…] but joined. The greatest poet forms the consistence of what is to be from what has been and is […]
- p. vi, line 86[…] been and is. He drags the dead out of their coffins and stands them again on their feet . . . . he […]
- p. vi, line 98[…] last half-hidden smile or frown . . . by that flash of the moment of parting the one that sees it shall be encouraged or […]
- p. vi, line 101[…] greatest poet does not moralize or make applications of morals . . . he knows the soul. The soul has that measureless […]
- p. vi, line 107[…] in company with the other. The inmost secrets of art sleep with the twain. The greatest poet has lain […]
- p. vi, line 110The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters is […]
- p. vi, line 112[…] art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity . . . . nothing ca […]
- p. vi, line 114[…] make up for excess or for the lack of definitenessTo carry on the heave of impulse and pierce intellectual […]
- p. vii, line 1[…] the lack of definitenessTo carry on the heave of impulse and pierce intellectual depths and give all subjects their […]
- p. vii, line 5[…] in literature with the perfect rectitude and insousiance of the movements of animals and the unimpeachableness of the sentiment of trees in […]
- p. vii, line 6[…] of the movements of animals and the unimpeachableness of the sentiment of trees in the woods and grass by […]
- p. vii, line 7[…] of animals and the unimpeachableness of the sentiment of trees in the woods and grass by the roadside is […]
- p. vii, line 8[…] grass by the roadside is the flawless triumph of art. If you have looked on him who has achieved […]
- p. vii, line 9[…] has achieved it you have looked on one of the masters of the artists of all nations and times […]
- p. vii, line 10[…] you have looked on one of the masters of the artists of all nations and times. You shall not contemplate the flight […]
- p. vii, line 11[…] and times. You shall not contemplate the flight of the graygull over the bay or the mettlesome action of […]
- p. vii, line 12[…] graygull over the bay or the mettlesome action of the blood horse or the tall leaning of sunflowers on […]
- p. vii, line 13[…] of the blood horse or the tall leaning of sunflowers on their stalk or the appearance of the sun […]
- p. vii, line 14[…] of sunflowers on their stalk or the appearance of the sun journeying through heaven or the appearance of the […]
- p. vii, line 15[…] the sun journeying through heaven or the appearance of the moon afterward with any more satisfaction than you shall […]
- p. vii, line 19[…] a marked style and is more the channel of thoughts and things without increase or diminution, and is the […]
- p. vii, line 21[…] increase or diminution, and is the free channel of himself. He swears to his art, I will not be […]
- p. vii, line 29[…] heat or snow has and be as regardless of observation. What I experience or portray shall go from my […]
- p. vii, line 31[…] shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition. You shall stand by my side and look […]
- p. vii, line 35The old red blood and stainless gentility of great poets will be proved by their unconstraint. A heroic […]
- p. vii, line 37[…] person walks at his ease through and out of that custom or precedent or authority that suits him not […]
- p. vii, line 39[…] or precedent or authority that suits him not. Of the traits of the brotherhood of writers savans musicians inventors and artists nothing is finer than […]
- p. vii, line 42[…] advancing from new free forms. In the need of poems philosophy politics mechanism science behaviour, the craft of art […]
- p. vii, line 44[…] poems philosophy politics mechanism science behaviour, the craft of art, an appropriate native grand-opera, shipcraft, or any craft, he […]
- p. vii, line 49[…] expression is that which finds no sphere worthy of itself and makes one […]
- p. vii, line 50The messages of great poets to each man and woman are, Come to […]
- p. vii, line 58[…] that men can be good or grand only of the consciousness of their supremacy within them. What do you […]
- p. vii, line 59[…] be good or grand only of the consciousness of their supremacy within them. What do you think is the […]
- p. vii, line 60[…] them. What do you think is the grandeur of storms and dismemberments and the deadliest battles and wrecks and […]
- p. vii, line 62[…] deadliest battles and wrecks and the wildest fury of the elements and the power of the sea and the motion of nature and of the […]
- p. vii, line 63[…] the power of the sea and the motion of nature and of the throes of human desires and dignity and hate and […]
- p. vii, line 64[…] the motion of nature and of the throes of human desires and dignity and hate and love? It is […]
- p. vii, line 67[…] on, I tread master here and everywhere, Master of the spasms of the sky and of the shatter of the sea, Master of nature and passion and death, And […]
- p. vii, line 68[…] and of the shatter of the sea, Master of nature and passion and death, And of all terror and […]
- p. vii, line 69[…] Master of nature and passion and death, And of all terror and all pain […]
- p. vii, line 74[…] night and day. They shall not be careful of riches and privilege . . . . they shall be riches and privilege . . . . they […]
- p. vii, line 78[…] all the shows he sees by equivalents out of the stronger wealth of himself. The American bard shall delineate […]
- p. vii, line 79[…] sees by equivalents out of the stronger wealth of himself. The American bard shall delineate no class of persons […]
- p. vii, line 81[…] himself. The American bard shall delineate no class of persons nor one or two out of the strata of […]
- p. vii, line 82[…] class of persons nor one or two out of the strata of interests nor love most nor truth most nor the soul […]
- p. vii, line 98[…] are not poets, but they are the lawgivers of poets and their construction underlies the structure of every perfect […]
- p. vii, line 99[…] of poets and their construction underlies the structure of every perfect poem. No matter what rises or is uttered […]
- p. vii, line 100[…] rises or is uttered they sent the seed of the conception of it . . . of them and by them stand the visible proofs […]
- p. vii, line 101[…] sent the seed of the conception of it . . . of them and by them stand the visible proofs of souls […]
- p. vii, line 102[…] them and by them stand the visible proofs of souls . . . . . always of their fatherstuff must be begotten the sinewy races of bards […]
- p. vii, line 103[…] their fatherstuff must be begotten the sinewy races of bards. If there shall be love and content between the […]
- p. vii, line 106[…] father and the son and if the greatness of the son is the exuding of the greatness of the father there shall be love between […]
- p. vii, line 107[…] the son is the exuding of the greatness of the father there shall be love between the poet and […]
- p. vii, line 108[…] be love between the poet and the man of demonstrable science. In the beauty of poems are the tuft […]
- p. vii, line 110[…] the man of demonstrable science. In the beauty of poems are the tuft and final applause of science […]
- p. vii, line 111Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things. Cleaving […]
- p. vii, line 112[…] the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things. Cleaving and circling here swells the soul […]
- p. vii, line 114[…] things. Cleaving and circling here swells the soul of the poet yet it president of itself always. The depths are fathomless and therefore calm. The […]
- p. vii, line 118[…] are neither modest nor immodest. The whole theory of the special and supernatural and all that was twined with […]
- p. vii, line 120[…] that was twined with it or educed out of it departs as a dream.What has ever happened . . . . what […]
- p. viii, line 5[…] none to be hurried or retarded . . . . any miracle of affairs or persons inadmissible in the vast clear scheme where […]
- p. viii, line 7[…] clear scheme where every motion and every spear of grass and the frames and spirits of men and women and all that concerns them are unspeakably […]
- p. viii, line 11[…] It is also not consistent with the reality of the soul to admit that there is anything in the […]
- p. viii, line 16[…] be taken as they are, and the investigation of their past and present and future shall be unintermitted and […]
- p. viii, line 20[…] toward the poet, ever regarding the eternal tendencies of all toward happiness never inconsistent with what is clear to […]
- p. viii, line 22[…] and to the soul. For the eternal tendencies of all toward happiness make the only point of sane philosophy […]
- p. viii, line 23[…] of all toward happiness make the only point of sane philosophy. Whatever comprehends less than that . . . whatever is less […]
- p. viii, line 25[…] than that . . . whatever is less than the laws of light and of astronomical motion . . . or less than the laws that follow the […]
- p. viii, line 29[…] and doubtless afterward . . . . . . or less than vast stretches of time or the slow formation of density or the patient upheaving of strata—is of no […]
- p. viii, line 30[…] slow formation of density or the patient upheaving of strata—is of no account. Whatever would put God in a poem or […]
- p. viii, line 31[…] would put God in a poem or system of philosophy as contending against some being or influence is also […]
- p. viii, line 33[…] contending against some being or influence is also of no account. Sanity and ensemble characterise the great master . . . spoilt […]
- p. viii, line 37[…] He sees health for himself in being one of the mass . . . . he sees the hiatus in singular eminence. To […]
- p. viii, line 46In the make of the great masters the idea of political liberty is indispensible. Liberty takes the adherence of heroes […]
- p. viii, line 48[…] political liberty is indispensible. Liberty takes the adherence of heroes wherever men and women exist . . . . but never takes any […]
- p. viii, line 51[…] from poets. They are the voice and exposition of liberty. They out of ages are worthy the grand idea . . . . to them it is […]
- p. viii, line 54[…] and they must sustain it. Nothing has precedence of it and nothing can warp or degrade it. The attitude […]
- p. viii, line 55[…] nothing can warp or degrade it. The attitude of great poets is to cheer up slaves and horrify despots […]
- p. viii, line 56[…] cheer up slaves and horrify despots. The turn of their necks, the sound of their feet, the motions of […]
- p. viii, line 57[…] despots. The turn of their necks, the sound of their feet, the motions of their wrists, are full of hazard to the one and hope to the other. Come […]
- p. viii, line 62[…] one failure or two failures or any number of failures, or from the casual indifference or ingratitude of the […]
- p. viii, line 64[…] failures, or from the casual indifference or ingratitude of the people, or from the sharp show of the tushes of power, or the bringing to bear soldiers and cannon or […]
- p. viii, line 77[…] pass each other . . . . and is liberty gone out of that place? No never. When liberty goes it is not […]
- p. viii, line 81[…] go . . it is the last. . . When the memories of the old martyrs are faded utterly away . . . . when the large […]
- p. viii, line 82[…] are faded utterly away . . . . when the large names of patriots are laughed at in the public halls from the […]
- p. viii, line 83[…] at in the public halls from the lips of the orators . . . . when the boys are no more christened after […]
- p. viii, line 86[…] after tyrants and traitors instead . . . . when the laws of the free are grudgingly permitted and laws for informers and […]
- p. viii, line 88[…] informers and bloodmoney are sweet to the taste of the people . . . . when I and you walk abroad upon the […]
- p. viii, line 90[…] the earth stung with compassion at the sight of numberless brothers answering our equal friendship and calling no man […]
- p. viii, line 95[…] are elated with noble joy at the sight of slaves . . . . when the soul retires in the cool communion of […]
- p. viii, line 97[…] when the soul retires in the cool communion of the night and surveys its experience and has much extasy […]
- p. viii, line 100[…] back a helpless innocent person into the gripe of the gripers or into any cruel inferiority . . . . when those in […]
- p. viii, line 101[…] any cruel inferiority . . . . when those in all parts of these states who could easier realize the true American character […]
- p. viii, line 103[…] character but do not yet—when the swarms of cringers, suckers, doughfaces, lice of politics, planners of sly involutions […]
- p. viii, line 104[…] when the swarms of cringers, suckers, doughfaces, lice of politics, planners of sly involutions for their own preferment to city offices or […]
- p. viii, line 108[…] or congress or the presidency, obtain a response of love and natural deference from the people whether they get […]
- p. ix, line 3[…] after in exact proportion against the smallest chance of escape . . . . or rather when all life and all the souls […]
- p. ix, line 4[…] rather when all life and all the souls of men and women are discharged from any part of the […]
- p. ix, line 5[…] men and women are discharged from any part of the earth—then only shall the instinct of liberty be […]
- p. ix, line 6[…] of the earth—then only shall the instinct of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth […]
- p. ix, line 7[…] instinct of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth […]
- p. ix, line 8As the attributes of the poets of the kosmos concentre in the real body and soul and […]
- p. ix, line 10[…] real body and soul and in the pleasure of things they possess the superiority of genuineness over all fiction and romance. As they emit themselves […]
- p. ix, line 21[…] unmatched beauty . . . . the American circles and large harmonies of government gleam with theirs . . . . and the commonest definite intentions and […]
- p. ix, line 23[…] definite intentions and actions with theirs. The poets of the kosmos advance through all interpositions and coverings and turmoils […]
- p. ix, line 26[…] turmoils and stratagems to first principles. They are of use . . . . they dissolve poverty from its need and riches from […]
- p. ix, line 29[…] perceive more than any one else. The owner of the library is not he who holds a legal title […]
- p. ix, line 31[…] it. Any one and every one is owner of the library who can read the same through all the […]
- p. ix, line 33[…] can read the same through all the varieties of tongues and subjects and styles, and in whom they enter […]
- p. ix, line 39[…] and accomplished shall receive no pleasure from violations of natural models and must not permit them. In paintings or […]
- p. ix, line 41[…] in mineral or wood, or in the illustrations of books or newspapers, or in any comic or tragic prints […]
- p. ix, line 43[…] comic or tragic prints, or in the patterns of woven stuffs or any thing to beautify rooms or furniture […]
- p. ix, line 45[…] or monuments or on the prows or sterns of ships, or to put anywhere before the human eye indoors […]
- p. ix, line 49[…] places or contingencies is a nuisance and revolt. Of the human form especially it is so great it must […]
- p. ix, line 50[…] so great it must never be made ridiculous. Of ornaments to a work nothing outre can be allowed . . but […]
- p. ix, line 53[…] be allowed that conform to the perfect facts of the open air and that flow out of the nature […]
- p. ix, line 54[…] of the open air and that flow out of the nature of the work and come irrepressibly from it and are necessary […]
- p. ix, line 55[…] from it and are necessary to the completion of the work. Most works are most beautiful without ornament. . . Exaggerations […]
- p. ix, line 59[…] conceived only in those communities where the models of natural forms are public every day. . . . . Great genius and the […]
- p. ix, line 61[…] public every day. . . . . Great genius and the people of these states must never be demeaned to romances. As soon […]
- p. ix, line 63[…] are properly told there is no more need of romances […]
- p. ix, line 65[…] to be known by the absence in them of tricks and by the justification of perfect personal candor. Then […]
- p. ix, line 66[…] in them of tricks and by the justification of perfect personal candor. Then folks echo a new cheap joy […]
- p. ix, line 70[…] beautiful is candor! All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor. Henceforth let no man of […]
- p. ix, line 72[…] who has perfect candor. Henceforth let no man of us lie, for we have seen that openness wins the […]
- p. ix, line 77[…] attracted its smallest particle or the faintest tinge of a shade—and that through the enveloping wealth and rank […]
- p. ix, line 78[…] and that through the enveloping wealth and rank of a state or the whole republic of states a sneak […]
- p. ix, line 79[…] rank of a state or the whole republic of states a sneak or sly person shall be discovered and […]
- p. ix, line 82[…] be fooled . . . . and thrift without the loving nod of the soul is only a fœtid puff . . . . and there never […]
- p. ix, line 84[…] puff . . . . and there never grew up in any of the continents of the globe nor upon any planet or satellite or star […]
- p. ix, line 86[…] nor upon the asteroids, nor in any part of ethereal space, nor in the midst of density, nor under the fluid wet of the sea, nor […]
- p. ix, line 87[…] midst of density, nor under the fluid wet of the sea, nor in that condition which precedes the birth […]
- p. ix, line 88[…] nor in that condition which precedes the birth of babes, nor at any time during the changes of life […]
- p. ix, line 89[…] babes, nor at any time during the changes of life, nor in that condition that follows what we term […]
- p. ix, line 91[…] what we term death, nor in any stretch of abeyance or action afterward of vitality, nor in any process of formation or reformation anywhere […]
- p. ix, line 92[…] action afterward of vitality, nor in any process of formation or reformation anywhere, a being whose instinct hated the […]
- p. ix, line 97[…] and destructiveness and causality, with a perfect sense of the oneness of nature and the propriety of the same […]
- p. ix, line 98[…] causality, with a perfect sense of the oneness of nature and the propriety of the same spirit applied to human affairs . . these are called […]
- p. ix, line 100[…] applied to human affairs . . these are called up of the float of the brain of the world to be parts of the greatest poet from his birth out of his mother's […]
- p. ix, line 101[…] of the greatest poet from his birth out of his mother's womb and from her birth out of her […]
- p. ix, line 102[…] his mother's womb and from her birth out of her mother's. Caution seldom goes far enough. It has been […]
- p. ix, line 111[…] admits these economies as he sees the economies of food and sleep, but has higher notions of prudence than to think he gives much when he givesa […]
- p. x, line 1[…] he givesa few slight attentions at the latch of the gate. The premises of the prudence of life are […]
- p. x, line 2[…] at the latch of the gate. The premises of the prudence of life are not the hospitality of it or the ripeness […]
- p. x, line 3[…] the 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 […]
- p. x, line 4[…] ripeness and harvest of it. Beyond the independence of a little sum laid aside for burial-money, and of a […]
- p. x, line 5[…] a little sum laid aside for burial-money, and of a few clapboards around and shingles overhead on a lot […]
- p. x, line 6[…] clapboards around and shingles overhead on a lot of American soil owned, and the easy dollars that supply the […]
- p. x, line 8[…] year's plain clothing and meals, the melancholy prudence of the abandonment of such a great being as a man […]
- p. x, line 9[…] and meals, the melancholy prudence of the abandonment of such a great being as a man is to the […]
- p. x, line 10[…] a man is to the toss and pallor of years of moneymaking with all their scorching days and icy nights and […]
- p. x, line 12[…] their stifling deceits and underhanded dodgings, or infinitessimals of parlors, or shameless stuffing while others starve . . and all the […]
- p. x, line 14[…] stuffing while others starve . . and all the loss of the bloom and odor of the earth and of the flowers and atmosphere and of […]
- p. x, line 15[…] the bloom and odor of the earth and of the flowers and atmosphere and of the sea and of the true taste of the women […]
- p. x, line 16[…] flowers and atmosphere and of the sea and of the true taste of the women and men you pass or have to do […]
- p. x, line 18[…] issuing sickness and desperate revolt at the close of a life without elevation or naivete, and the ghastly chatter […]
- p. x, line 20[…] without elevation or naivete, and the ghastly chatter of a death without serenity or majesty, is the great fraud […]
- p. x, line 25[…] spreads with such velocity before the reached kisses of the soul . . . Still the right explanation remains to be made […]
- p. x, line 27[…] remains to be made about prudence. The prudence of the mere wealth and respectability of the most esteemed life […]
- p. x, line 28[…] The prudence of the mere wealth and respectability of the most esteemed life appears too faint for the eye […]
- p. x, line 30[…] large alike drop quietly aside at the thought of the prudence suitable for immortality. What is wisdom that fills […]
- p. x, line 32[…] immortality. What is wisdom that fills the thinness of a year or seventy or eighty years to wisdom spaced […]
- p. x, line 35[…] reinforcements and rich presents and the clear faces of wedding-guests as far as you can look in every direction […]
- p. x, line 37[…] running gaily toward you? Only the soul is of itself . . . . all else has reference to what ensues. All that […]
- p. x, line 39[…] All that a person does or thinks is of consequence. Not a move can a man or woman make […]
- p. x, line 41[…] a day or a month or any part of the direct lifetime or the hour of death but the […]
- p. x, line 42[…] part of the direct lifetime or the hour of death but the same affects him or her onward afterward […]
- p. x, line 46[…] it gives to the body. Not one name of word or deed . . not of venereal sores or discolorations . . not […]
- p. x, line 47[…] Not one name of word or deed . . not of venereal sores or discolorations . . not the privacy of the onanist […]
- p. x, line 48[…] of venereal sores or discolorations . . not the privacy of the onanist . . not of the putrid veins of gluttons or rumdrinkers . . . not peculation or cunning or betrayal or […]
- p. x, line 50[…] cunning or betrayal or murder . . no serpentine poison of those that seduce women . . not the foolish yielding of women […]
- p. x, line 51[…] those that seduce women . . not the foolish yielding of women . . not prostitution . . not of any depravity of young men […]
- p. x, line 52[…] the foolish yielding of women . . not prostitution . . not of any depravity of young men . . not of the attainment of gain by discreditable […]
- p. x, line 53[…] not of any depravity of young men . . not of the attainment of gain by discreditable means , . not any nastiness of appetite . . not […]
- p. x, line 54[…] of gain by discreditable means , . not any nastiness of appetite . . not any harshness of officers to men or judges […]
- p. x, line 55[…] not any nastiness of appetite . . not any harshness of officers to men or judges to prisoners or fathers to […]
- p. x, line 56[…] fathers to sons or sons to fathers or of husbands to wives or bosses to their boys . . not of […]
- p. x, line 57[…] to wives or bosses to their boys . . not of greedy looks or malignant wishes . . . nor any of the wiles […]
- p. x, line 58[…] of greedy looks or malignant wishes . . . nor any of the wiles practised by people upon themselves . . . ever is or […]
- p. x, line 63[…] and they returned again. Nor can the push of charity or personal force ever be any thing else than […]
- p. x, line 69[…] down the windpipe to the last expiration out of it, all that a male or female does that is […]
- p. x, line 72[…] to him or her in the unshakable order of the universe and through the whole scope of it forever […]
- p. x, line 73[…] of the universe and through the whole scope of it forever. If the savage or felon is wise it […]
- p. x, line 80[…] all will come round. All the best actions of war and peace . . . all help given to relatives and strangers […]
- p. x, line 84[…] sick, and to all shunned persons . . all furtherance of fugitives and of the escape of slaves . . all the self-denial that stood steady and aloof on […]
- p. x, line 87[…] on wrecks and saw others take the seats of the boats . . . all offering of substance or life for the good old cause, or for […]
- p. x, line 89[…] a friend's sake or opinion's sake . . . all pains of enthusiasts scoffed at by their neighbors . . all the vast sweet […]
- p. x, line 91[…] all the vast sweet love and precious suffering of mothers . . . all honest men baffled in strifes recorded or unrecorded […]
- p. x, line 94[…] recorded or unrecorded . . . . all the grandeur and good of the few ancient nations whose fragments of annals we inherit […]
- p. x, line 96[…] good of the few ancient nations whose fragments of annals we inherit . . and all the good of the hundreds […]
- p. x, line 97[…] of annals we inherit . . and all the good of the hundreds of far mightier and more ancient nations unknown to us by […]
- p. x, line 101[…] has at any time been well suggested out of the divine heart of man or by the divinity of his mouth or by […]
- p. x, line 102[…] divine heart of man or by the divinity of his mouth or by the shaping of his great hands […]
- p. x, line 103[…] divinity of his mouth or by the shaping of his great hands . . and all that is well thought or […]
- p. x, line 104[…] thought or done this day on any part of the surface of the globe . . or on any of the wandering stars or […]
- p. x, line 105[…] the surface of the globe . . or on any of the wandering stars or fixed stars by those there as […]
- p. x, line 112[…] sprung or shall spring . . . Did you guess any of them lived only its moment? The world does not so […]
- p. xi, line 7[…] Whatever satisfies the soul is truth. The prudence of the greatest poet answers at last the craving and glut […]
- p. xi, line 8[…] poet answers at last the craving and glut of the soul, is not contemptuous of less ways of prudence […]
- p. xi, line 9[…] and glut of the soul, is not contemptuous of less ways of prudence if they conform to its ways, puts off nothing […]
- p. xi, line 29The direct trial of him who would be the greatest poet is today. If […]
- p. xi, line 39[…] and inanimate forms, and which is the bond of time, and rises up from its inconceivable vagueness and infiniteness […]
- p. xi, line 41[…] inconceivable vagueness and infiniteness in the swimming shape of today, and is held by the ductile anchors of life […]
- p. xi, line 42[…] today, and is held by the ductile anchors of life, and makes the present spot the passage from what […]
- p. xi, line 44[…] shall be, and commits itself to the representation of this wave of an hour and this one of the sixty beautiful children […]
- p. xi, line 45[…] this wave of an hour and this one of the sixty beautiful children of the wave—let him merge in the general run and […]
- p. xi, line 48[…] and wait his developement. . . . . . . . Still the final test of poems or any character or work remains. The prescient poet […]
- p. xi, line 50[…] and judges performer or performance after the changes of time. Does it live through them? Does it still hold […]
- p. xi, line 53[…] untired? Will the same style and the direction of genius to similar points be satisfactory now? Has no new […]
- p. xi, line 55[…] discovery in science or arrival at superior planes of thought and judgment and behaviour fixed him or his so […]
- p. xi, line 57[…] can be looked down upon? Have the marches of tens and hundreds and thousands of years made willing detours […]
- p. xi, line 58[…] the marches of tens and hundreds and thousands of years made willing detours to the right hand and the […]
- p. xi, line 62[…] is buried? Does the young man think often of him? and the young woman think often of him? and […]
- p. xi, line 63[…] of him? and the young woman think often of him? and do the middleaged and the old think of […]
- p. xi, line 64[…] and do the middleaged and the old think of him […]
- p. xi, line 78[…] cessation or sheltered fatness and ease. The touch of him tells in action. Whom he takes he takes with […]
- p. xi, line 84[…] spots and lights into dead vacuums. The companion of him beholds the birth and progress of stars and learns one of the meanings. Now there shall […]
- p. xi, line 85[…] birth and progress of stars and learns one of the meanings. Now there shall be a man cohered out […]
- p. xi, line 86[…] Now there shall be a man cohered out of tumult and chaos . . . . the elder encourages the younger and shows […]
- p. xi, line 90[…] itself and looks unabashed on the lesser orbits of the stars and sweeps through the ceaseless rings and shall […]
- p. xi, line 95[…] superior breed shall take their place . . . . the gangs of kosmos and prophets en masse shall take their place. A […]
- p. xi, line 97[…] shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest. The […]
- p. xi, line 99[…] built under their umbrage shall be the churches of men and women. Through the divinity of themselves shall the […]
- p. xi, line 100[…] churches of men and women. Through the divinity of themselves shall the kosmos and the new breed of poets […]
- p. xi, line 101[…] themselves shall the kosmos and the new breed of poets be interpreters of men and women and of all […]
- p. xi, line 102[…] and the new breed of poets be interpreters of men and women and of all events and things. They shall find their inspiration in […]
- p. xi, line 104[…] find their inspiration in real objects today, symptoms of the past and future . . . . They shall not deign to defend […]
- p. xi, line 106[…] to defend immortality or God or the perfection of things or liberty or the exquisite beauty and reality of […]
- p. xi, line 108[…] or liberty or the exquisite beauty and reality of the soul. They shall arise in America and be responded […]
- p. xi, line 109[…] America and be responded to from the remainder of the earth […]
- p. xi, line 113[…] limber and full enough. On the tough stock of a race who through all change of circumstance was never […]
- p. xi, line 114[…] stock of a race who through all change of circumstance was never withoutthe idea of political liberty, which is […]
- p. xii, line 1[…] all change of circumstance was never withoutthe idea of political liberty, which is the animus of all liberty, it […]
- p. xii, line 2[…] idea of political liberty, which is the animus of all liberty, it has attracted the terms of daintier and gayer and subtler and more elegant tongues. It […]
- p. xii, line 4[…] more elegant tongues. It is the powerful language of resistance . . . it is the dialect of common sense. It is […]
- p. xii, line 5[…] powerful language of resistance . . . it is the dialect of common sense. It is the speech of the proud and melancholy races and of all who aspire […]
- p. xii, line 6[…] speech of the proud and melancholy races and of all who aspire. It is the chosen tongue to express […]
- p. xii, line 11No great literature nor any like style of behaviour or oratory or social intercourse or household arrangements or […]
- p. xii, line 14[…] or public institutions or the treatment by bosses of employed people, nor executive detail or detail of the army […]
- p. xii, line 15[…] of employed people, nor executive detail or detail of the army or navy, nor spirit of legislation or courts or police or tuition or architecture or […]
- p. xii, line 17[…] architecture or songs or amusements or the costumes of young men, can long elude the jealous and passionate instinct […]
- p. xii, line 18[…] can long elude the jealous and passionate instinct of American standards. Whether or no the sign appears from the […]
- p. xii, line 20[…] or no the sign appears from the mouths of the people, it throbs a live interrogation in every freeman's […]
- p. xii, line 25[…] ignominious distinctions? Is it for the evergrowing communes of brothers and lovers, large, well-united, proud beyond the old models […]
- p. xii, line 27[…] all models? Is it something grown fresh out of the fields or drawn from the sea for use to […]
- p. xii, line 31[…] individual or nation that serves for a part of my materials. Does this answer? or is it without reference […]
- p. xii, line 32[…] it without reference to universal needs? or sprung of the needs of the less developed society of special ranks […]
- p. xii, line 33[…] to universal needs? or sprung of the needs of the less developed society of special ranks? or old needs of pleasure overlaid by modern […]
- p. xii, line 34[…] developed society of special ranks? or old needs of pleasure overlaid by modern science and forms? Does this acknowledge […]
- p. xii, line 41[…] it improve manners? Is it for the nursing of the young of the republic? Does it solve readily with […]
- p. xii, line 42[…] Is it for the nursing of the young of the republic? Does it solve readily with the sweet milk […]
- p. xii, line 43[…] Does it solve readily with the sweet milk of the nipples of the breasts of the mother of many children? Has it too the old […]
- p. xii, line 44[…] the nipples of the breasts of the mother of many children? Has it too the old ever-fresh forbearance and […]
- p. xii, line 48[…] errant, and on those who disdain all strength of assault outside of their own […]
- p. xii, line 49[…] those who disdain all strength of assault outside of their own […]
- p. xii, line 52[…] The coward will surely pass away. The expectation of the vital and great can only be satisfied by the […]
- p. xii, line 53[…] great can only be satisfied by the demeanor of the vital and great. The swarms of the polished deprecating […]
- p. xii, line 54[…] demeanor of the vital and great. The swarms of the polished deprecating and reflectors and the polite float off […]
- p. xii, line 62[…] their place and do their work. The soul of the nation also does its work. No disguise can pass […]
- p. xii, line 65[…] as good as itself and toward the like of itself will it advance half-way. An individual is as superb […]
- p. xii, line 68[…] qualities which make a superb nation. The soul of the largest and wealthiest and proudest nation may well go […]
- p. xii, line 70[…] nation may well go half-way to meet that of its poets. The signs are effectual. There is no fear […]
- p. xii, line 71[…] The signs are effectual. There is no fear of mistake. If the one is true the other is true […]
- p. xii, line 72[…] is true the other is true. The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately […]
- p. 13, line 5I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass.
- p. 13, line 6Houses and rooms are full of perfumes . . . . the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
- p. 13, line 9The atmosphere is not a perfume . . . . it has no taste of the distillation . . . . it is odorless,
- p. 13, line 13The smoke of my own breath,
- p. 13, line 15My respiration and inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
- p. 13, line 16The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
- p. 13, line 17The sound of the belched words of my voice . . . . words loosed to the eddies of the wind,
- p. 13, line 18A few light kisses . . . . a few embraces . . . . a reaching around of arms,
- p. 13, line 19The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
- p. 13, line 20The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hillsides,
- p. 13, line 21The feeling of health . . . . the full-noon trill . . . . the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
- p. 14, line 3Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
- p. 14, line 4Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
- p. 14, line 5You shall possess the good of the earth and sun . . . . there are millions of suns left,
- p. 14, line 6You shall no longer take things at second or third hand . . . . nor look through the eyes of the dead . . . . nor feed on the spectres in books,
- p. 14, line 9I have heard what the talkers were talking . . . . the talk of the beginning and the end,
- p. 14, line 10But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
- p. 14, line 16Always the procreant urge of the world.
- p. 14, line 17Out of the dimness opposite equals advance . . . . Always substance and increase,
- p. 14, line 18Always a knit of identity . . . . always distinction . . . . always a breed of life.
- p. 14, line 27Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.
- p. 14, line 28Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean,
- p. 14, line 29Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
- p. 15, line 1As God comes a loving bedfellow and sleeps at my side all night and close on the peep of the day,
- p. 15, line 6Exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead?
- p. 15, line 8People I meet . . . . . the effect upon me of my early life . . . . of the ward and city I live in . . . . of the nation,
- p. 15, line 11The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,
- p. 15, line 12The sickness of one of my folks—or of myself . . . . or ill-doing . . . . or loss or lack of money . . . . or depressions or exaltations,
- p. 15, line 19Both in and out of the game, and watching and wondering at it.
- p. 15, line 26Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
- p. 15, line 31Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and joy and knowledge that pass all the art and argument of the earth;
- p. 15, line 32And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my own,
- p. 16, line 1And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own,
- p. 16, line 3And that a kelson of the creation is love;
- p. 16, line 6And mossy scabs of the wormfence, and heaped stones, and elder and mullen and pokeweed.
- p. 16, line 9I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
- p. 16, line 10Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
- p. 16, line 13Or I guess the grass is itself a child . . . . the produced babe of the vegetation.
- p. 16, line 18And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
- p. 16, line 20It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
- p. 16, line 22It may be you are from old people and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps,
- p. 16, line 24This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
- p. 16, line 25Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
- p. 16, line 26Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
- p. 16, line 28And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
- p. 16, line 30And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.
- p. 17, line 1What do you think has become of the young and old men?
- p. 17, line 2And what do you think has become of the women and children?
- p. 17, line 14I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,
- p. 17, line 15I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself;
- p. 17, line 20For me the sweetheart and the old maid . . . . for me mothers and the mothers of mothers,
- p. 17, line 22For me children and the begetters of children.
- p. 17, line 23Who need be afraid of the merge?
- p. 17, line 31The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,
- p. 18, line 1The blab of the pave . . . . the tires of carts and sluff of bootsoles and talk of the promenaders,
- p. 18, line 2The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,
- p. 18, line 3The carnival of sleighs, the clinking and shouted jokes and pelts of snowballs;
- p. 18, line 4The hurrahs for popular favorites . . . . the fury of roused mobs,
- p. 18, line 5The flap of the curtained litter—the sick man inside, borne to the hospital,
- p. 18, line 6The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall,
- p. 18, line 7The excited crowd—the policeman with his star quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd;
- p. 18, line 9The souls moving along . . . . are they invisible while the least atom of the stones is visible?
- p. 18, line 10What groans of overfed or half-starved who fall on the flags sunstruck or in fits,
- p. 18, line 11What exclamations of women taken suddenly, who hurry home and give birth to babes,
- p. 18, line 13Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances, rejections with convex lips,
- p. 18, line 14I mind them or the resonance of them . . . . I come again and again.
- p. 18, line 15The big doors of the country-barn stand open and ready,
- p. 18, line 16The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon,
- p. 18, line 19I am there . . . . I help . . . . I came stretched atop of the load,
- p. 18, line 22And roll head over heels, and tangle my hair full of wisps.
- p. 18, line 33I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far-west . . . . the bride was a red girl,
- p. 19, line 3One hand rested on his rifle . . . . the other hand held firmly the wrist of the red girl,
- p. 19, line 6I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile,
- p. 19, line 7Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsey and weak,
- p. 19, line 12And remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles;
- p. 19, line 17Twenty-eight years of womanly life, and all so lonesome.
- p. 19, line 18She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,
- p. 19, line 19She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.
- p. 19, line 20Which of the young men does she like the best?
- p. 19, line 21Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
- p. 19, line 26The beards of the young men glistened with wet, it ran from their long hair,
- p. 20, line 8The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms,
- p. 20, line 11The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses . . . . the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain,
- p. 20, line 12The negro that drives the huge dray of the stoneyard . . . . steady and tall he stands poised on one leg on the stringpiece,
- p. 20, line 14His glance is calm and commanding . . . . he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead,
- p. 20, line 15The sun falls on his crispy hair and moustache . . . . falls on the black of his polish'd and perfect limbs.
- p. 20, line 18In me the caresser of life wherever moving . . . . backward as well as forward slueing,
- p. 20, line 29And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.
- p. 21, line 4The sharphoofed moose of the north, the cat on the housesill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog,
- p. 21, line 5The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats,
- p. 21, line 6The brood of the turkeyhen, and she with her halfspread wings,
- p. 21, line 8The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections,
- p. 21, line 10I am enamoured of growing outdoors,
- p. 21, line 11Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods,
- p. 21, line 12Of the builders and steerers of ships, of the wielders of axes and mauls, of the drivers of horses,
- p. 21, line 20The carpenter dresses his plank . . . . the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp,
- p. 21, line 26The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel,
- p. 21, line 27The farmer stops by the bars of a Sunday and looks at the oats and rye,
- p. 21, line 31He turns his quid of tobacco, his eyes get blurred with the manuscript;
- p. 22, line 5The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee,
- p. 22, line 27The bride unrumples her white dress, the minutehand of the clock moves slowly,
- p. 23, line 2The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold,
- p. 23, line 4The fare-collector goes through the train—he gives notice by the jingling of loose change,
- 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!
- p. 23, line 12The coon-seekers go now through the regions of the Red river, or through those drained by the Tennessee, or through those of the Arkansas,
- p. 23, line 15In walls of abode, in canvass tents, rest hunters and trappers after their day's sport.
- p. 23, line 20And such as it is to be of these more or less I am.
- p. 23, line 21I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
- p. 23, line 22Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
- p. 23, line 25One of the great nation, the nation of many nations—the smallest the same and the largest the same,
- p. 23, line 28A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deerskin leggings,
- p. 23, line 32At home in the fleet of iceboats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
- p. 23, line 33At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine or the Texan ranch,
- p. 23, line 34Comrade of Californians . . . . comrade of free northwesterners, loving their big proportions,
- p. 24, line 1Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen—comrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meat;
- p. 24, line 2A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfulest,
- p. 24, line 3A novice beginning experient of myriads of seasons,
- p. 24, line 4Of every hue and trade and rank, of every caste and religion,
- p. 24, line 5Not merely of the New World but of Africa Europe or Asia . . . . a wandering savage,
- p. 24, line 14These are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,
- p. 24, line 17If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
- p. 24, line 21This is the breath of laws and songs and behaviour,
- p. 24, line 22This is the the tasteless water of souls . . . . this is the true sustenance,
- 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,
- p. 24, line 24It is for the admirable communes of literary men and composers and singers and lecturers and engineers and savans,
- p. 24, line 25It is for the endless races of working people and farmers and seamen.
- p. 24, line 26This is the trill of a thousand clear cornets and scream of the octave flute and strike of triangles.
- p. 25, line 9This is the press of a bashful hand . . . . this is the float and odor of hair,
- p. 25, line 10This is the touch of my lips to yours . . . . this is the murmur of yearning,
- p. 25, line 12This is the thoughtful merge of myself and the outlet again.
- p. 25, line 14Well I have . . . . for the April rain has, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
- p. 26, line 4And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
- p. 26, line 6To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,
- p. 26, line 9I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass,
- p. 26, line 23And I know the amplitude of time.
- p. 26, line 24I am the poet of the body,
- p. 26, line 25And I am the poet of the soul.
- p. 26, line 26The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me,
- p. 26, line 28I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,
- p. 26, line 30And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
- p. 26, line 31I chant a new chant of dilation or pride,
- p. 27, line 6Night of south winds! Night of the large few stars!
- p. 27, line 9Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
- p. 27, line 10Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty-topt!
- p. 27, line 11Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
- p. 27, line 12Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
- p. 27, line 13Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
- p. 27, line 22I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me;
- p. 27, line 23We must have a turn together . . . . I undress . . . . hurry me out of sight of the land,
- p. 27, line 26Sea of stretched ground-swells!
- p. 27, line 28Sea of the brine of life! Sea of unshovelled and always-ready graves!
- p. 27, line 29Howler and scooper of storms! Capricious and dainty sea!
- p. 27, line 30I am integral with you . . . . I too am of one phase and of all phases.
- p. 27, line 31Partaker of influx and efflux . . . . extoler of hate and conciliation,
- p. 27, line 32Extoler of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.
- p. 27, line 34Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?
- p. 27, line 35I am the poet of commonsense and of the demonstrable and of immortality;
- p. 27, line 36And am not the poet of goodness only . . . . I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.
- p. 28, line 3Evil propels me, and reform of evil propels me . . . . I stand indifferent,
- p. 28, line 5I moisten the roots of all that has grown.
- p. 28, line 6Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
- p. 28, line 8I step up to say that what we do is right and what we affirm is right . . . . and some is only the ore of right,
- p. 28, line 9Witnesses of us . . . . one side a balance and the antipodal side a balance,
- p. 28, line 11Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start.
- p. 28, line 16Endless unfolding of words of ages!
- p. 28, line 17And mine a word of the modern . . . . a word en masse.
- p. 28, line 18A word of the faith that never balks,
- p. 28, line 20A word of reality . . . . materialism first and last imbueing.
- p. 28, line 22Fetch stonecrop and mix it with cedar and branches of lilac;
- p. 28, line 23This is the lexicographer or chemist . . . . this made a grammar of the old cartouches,
- p. 28, line 27The facts are useful and real . . . . they are not my dwelling . . . . I enter by them to an area of the dwelling.
- p. 28, line 28I am less the reminder of property or qualities, and more the reminder of life,
- p. 29, line 1And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipped,
- p. 29, line 2And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with fugitives and them that plot and conspire.
- p. 29, line 3Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a kosmos,
- p. 29, line 11I speak the password primeval . . . . I give the sign of democracy;
- p. 29, line 12By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
- p. 29, line 14Voices of the interminable generations of slaves,
- p. 29, line 15Voices of prostitutes and of deformed persons,
- p. 29, line 16Voices of the diseased and despairing, and of thieves and dwarfs,
- p. 29, line 17Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion,
- p. 29, line 18And of the threads that connect the stars—and of wombs, and of the fatherstuff,
- p. 29, line 19And of the rights of them the others are down upon,
- p. 29, line 20Of the trivial and flat and foolish and despised,
- p. 29, line 21Of fog in the air and beetles rolling balls of dung.
- p. 29, line 23Voices of sexes and lusts . . . . voices veiled, and I remove the veil,
- p. 29, line 29Seeing hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
- p. 29, line 31The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer,
- p. 30, line 1If I worship any particular thing it shall be some of the spread of my body;
- p. 30, line 2Translucent mould of me it shall be you,
- p. 30, line 4Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you,
- p. 30, line 5You my rich blood, your milky stream pale strippings of my life;
- p. 30, line 8Root of washed sweet-flag, timorous pond-snipe, nest of guarded duplicate eggs, it shall be you,
- p. 30, line 9Mixed tussled hay of head and beard and brawn it shall be you,
- p. 30, line 10Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you;
- p. 30, line 15Broad muscular fields, branches of liveoak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you,
- p. 30, line 17I dote on myself . . . . there is that lot of me, and all so luscious,
- p. 30, line 19I cannot tell how my ankles bend . . . . nor whence the cause of my faintest wish,
- p. 30, line 20Nor the cause of the friendship I emit . . . . nor the cause of the friendship I take again.
- p. 30, line 23A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
- p. 30, line 27Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols, silently rising, freshly exuding,
- p. 30, line 30Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
- p. 30, line 31The earth by the sky staid with . . . . the daily close of their junction,
- p. 30, line 35If I could not now and always send sunrise out of me.
- p. 31, line 2We found our own my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
- p. 31, line 4With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.
- p. 31, line 5Speech is the twin of my vision . . . . it is unequal to measure itself.
- p. 31, line 8Come now I will not be tantalized . . . . you conceive too much of articulation.
- p. 31, line 13My knowledge my live parts . . . . it keeping tally with the meaning of things,
- p. 31, line 14Happiness . . . . which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day.
- p. 31, line 19I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face,
- p. 31, line 20With the hush of my lips I confound the topmost skeptic.
- p. 31, line 23I hear the bravuras of birds . . . . the bustle of growing wheat . . . . gossip of flames . . . . clack of sticks cooking my meals.
- p. 31, line 24I hear the sound of the human voice . . . . a sound I love,
- p. 31, line 25I hear all sounds as they are tuned to their uses . . . . sounds of the city and sounds out of the city . . . . sounds of the day and night;
- p. 31, line 26Talkative young ones to those that like them . . . . the recitative of fish-pedlars and fruit-pedlars . . . . the loud laugh of workpeople at their meals,
- p. 31, line 27The angry base of disjointed friendship . . . . the faint tones of the sick,
- p. 31, line 29The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves . . . . the refrain of the anchor-lifters;
- p. 32, line 1The ring of alarm-bells . . . . the cry of fire . . . . the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and colored lights,
- p. 32, line 2The steam-whistle . . . . the solid roll of the train of approaching cars;
- p. 32, line 3The slow-march played at night at the head of the association,
- p. 32, line 6And hear the keyed cornet or else the echo of sunset.
- p. 32, line 9The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.
- p. 32, line 10I hear the trained soprano . . . . she convulses me like the climax of my love-grip;
- p. 32, line 13It throbs me to gulps of the farthest down horror,
- p. 32, line 16Steeped amid honeyed morphine . . . . my windpipe squeezed in the fakes of death,
- p. 32, line 17Let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,
- p. 32, line 28Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them,
- p. 32, line 31Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip,
- p. 32, line 33Depriving me of my best as for a purpose,
- p. 32, line 35Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture fields,
- p. 33, line 2They bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me,
- p. 33, line 4Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them awhile,
- p. 33, line 6The sentries desert every other part of me,
- p. 33, line 16Parting tracked by arriving . . . . perpetual payment of the perpetual loan,
- p. 33, line 22They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,
- p. 33, line 26The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
- p. 33, line 29A minute and a drop of me settle my brain;
- p. 33, line 31And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman,
- p. 33, line 33And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific,
- p. 34, line 1I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars,
- p. 34, line 2And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
- p. 34, line 4And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
- p. 34, line 7And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels,
- p. 34, line 8And I could come every afternoon of my life to look at the farmer's girl boiling her iron tea-kettle and baking shortcake.
- p. 34, line 20In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods,
- p. 34, line 22I follow quickly . . . . I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff.
- p. 34, line 28Not one is dissatisfied . . . . not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
- p. 34, line 29Not one kneels to another nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
- p. 34, line 32They bring me tokens of myself . . . . they evince them plainly in their possession.
- p. 35, line 1Infinite and omnigenous and the like of these among them;
- p. 35, line 2Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers,
- p. 35, line 5A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,
- p. 35, line 8Eyes well apart and full of sparkling wickedness . . . . ears finely cut and flexibly moving.
- p. 35, line 14What I guessed while I lay alone in my bed . . . . and again as I walked the beach under the paling stars of the morning.
- p. 35, line 19Along the ruts of the turnpike . . . . along the dry gulch and rivulet bed,
- p. 35, line 20Hoeing my onion-patch, and rows of carrots and parsnips . . . . crossing savannas . . . trailing in forests,
- p. 35, line 21Prospecting . . . . gold-digging . . . . girdling the trees of a new purchase,
- p. 36, line 3Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze;
- p. 36, line 5Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through the leaves of the brush;
- p. 36, line 9Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow,
- p. 36, line 10Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their hides,
- p. 36, line 13Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes out of its ribs;
- p. 36, line 17Where the steamship trails hindways its long pennant of smoke,
- p. 36, line 18Where the ground-shark's fin cuts like a black chip out of the water,
- p. 36, line 21Where the striped and starred flag is borne at the head of the regiments;
- p. 36, line 24Upon a door-step . . . . upon the horse-block of hard wood outside,
- p. 36, line 25Upon the race-course, or enjoying pic-nics or jigs or a good game of base-ball,
- p. 36, line 27At the cider-mill, tasting the sweet of the brown sqush . . . . sucking the juice through a straw,
- p. 37, line 2Where the herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near;
- p. 37, line 3Where the hummingbird shimmers . . . . where the neck of the longlived swan is curving and winding;
- p. 37, line 7Where burial coaches enter the arched gates of a cemetery;
- p. 37, line 8Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees;
- p. 37, line 9Where the yellow-crowned heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs;
- p. 37, line 10Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon;
- p. 37, line 12Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves,
- p. 37, line 18Pleased with the primitive tunes of the choir of the whitewashed church,
- p. 37, line 19Pleased with the earnest words of the sweating Methodist preacher, or any preacher . . . . looking seriously at the camp-meeting;
- p. 37, line 20Looking in at the shop-windows in Broadway the whole forenoon . . . . pressing the flesh of my nose to the thick plate-glass,
- p. 37, line 22My right and left arms round the sides of two friends and I in the middle;
- p. 37, line 23Coming home with the bearded and dark-cheeked bush-boy . . . . riding behind him at the drape of the day;
- p. 37, line 24Far from the settlements studying the print of animals' feet, or the moccasin print;
- p. 37, line 31Walking the old hills of Judea with the beautiful gentle god by my side;
- p. 37, line 33Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring and the diameter of eighty thousand miles,
- p. 38, line 6I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric product,
- p. 38, line 8I fly the flight of the fluid and swallowing soul,
- p. 38, line 9My course runs below the soundings of plummets.
- p. 38, line 14I go hunting polar furs and the seal . . . . leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff . . . . clinging to topples of brittle and blue.
- p. 38, line 17The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them . . . . the scenery is plain in all directions,
- p. 38, line 20We pass the colossal outposts of the encampments . . . . we pass with still feet and caution;
- p. 38, line 21Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruined city . . . . the blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe.
- p. 38, line 23I turn the bridegroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself,
- p. 38, line 25My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs,
- p. 38, line 27I understand the large hearts of heroes,
- p. 38, line 28The courage of present times and all times;
- p. 39, line 1How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steamship, and death chasing it up and down the storm,
- p. 39, line 2How he knuckled tight and gave not back one inch, and was faithful of days and faithful of nights,
- p. 39, line 3And chalked in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, We will not desert you;
- p. 39, line 5How the lank loose-gowned women looked when boated from the side of their prepared graves,
- p. 39, line 9The disdain and calmness of martyrs,
- p. 39, line 15I am the hounded slave . . . . I wince at the bite of the dogs,
- p. 39, line 17I clutch the rails of the fence . . . . my gore dribs thinned with the ooze of my skin,
- p. 39, line 21Agonies are one of my changes of garments;
- p. 39, line 25Heat and smoke I inspired . . . . I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades,
- p. 39, line 26I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels;
- p. 39, line 30White and beautiful are the faces around me . . . . the heads are bared of their fire-caps,
- p. 39, line 31The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches.
- p. 40, line 2They show as the dial or move as the hands of me . . . . and I am the clock myself.
- p. 40, line 3I am an old artillerist, and tell of some fort's bombardment . . . . and am there again.
- p. 40, line 4Again the reveille of drummers . . . . again the attacking cannon and mortars and howitzers,
- p. 40, line 10The fall of grenades through the rent roof . . . . the fan-shaped explosion,
- p. 40, line 11The whizz of limbs heads stone wood and iron high in the air.
- p. 40, line 12Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general . . . . he furiously waves with his hand,
- p. 40, line 14I tell not the fall of Alamo . . . . not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo,
- p. 40, line 16Hear now the the tale of a jetblack sunrise,
- p. 40, line 17Hear of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and twelve young men.
- p. 40, line 19Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemy's nine times their number was the price they took in advance,
- p. 40, line 21They treated for an honorable capitulation, received writing and seal, gave up their arms, and marched back prisoners of war.
- p. 40, line 22They were the glory of the race of rangers,
- p. 40, line 25Bearded, sunburnt, dressed in the free costume of hunters,
- p. 40, line 26Not a single one over thirty years of age.
- p. 41, line 3These were dispatched with bayonets or battered with the blunts of muskets;
- p. 41, line 6At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies;
- p. 41, line 7And that is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men,
- p. 41, line 9Did you read in the seabooks of the oldfashioned frigate-fight?
- p. 41, line 10Did you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?
- p. 41, line 18Ten o'clock at night, and the full moon shining and the leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported,
- p. 41, line 23I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain,
- p. 41, line 24We have not struck, he composedly cried, We have just begun our part of the fighting.
- p. 42, line 1The tops alone seconded the fire of this little battery, especially the maintop,
- p. 42, line 2They all held out bravely during the whole of the action.
- p. 42, line 5One of the pumps was shot away . . . . it was generally thought we were sinking.
- p. 42, line 9Toward twelve at night, there in the beams of the moon they surrendered to us.
- p. 42, line 11Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness,
- p. 42, line 14Near by the corpse of the child that served in the cabin,
- p. 42, line 15The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curled whiskers,
- p. 42, line 16The flames spite of all that could be done flickering aloft and below,
- p. 42, line 17The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty,
- p. 42, line 18Formless stacks of bodies and bodies by themselves . . . . dabs of flesh upon the masts and spars,
- p. 42, line 19The cut of cordage and dangle of rigging . . . . the slight shock of the soothe of waves,
- p. 42, line 20Black and impassive guns, and litter of powder-parcels, and the strong scent,
- p. 42, line 21Delicate sniffs of the seabreeze . . . . smells of sedgy grass and fields by the shore . . . death-messages given in charge to survivors,
- p. 42, line 22The hiss of the surgeon's knife and the gnawing teeth of his saw,
- p. 42, line 23The wheeze, the cluck, the swash of falling blood . . . . the short wild scream, the long dull tapering groan,
- p. 42, line 29What sobers the Brooklyn boy as he looks down the shores of the Wallabout and remembers the prison ships,
- p. 42, line 30What burnt the gums of the redcoat at Saratoga when he surrendered his brigades,
- p. 43, line 1I become any presence or truth of humanity here,
- p. 43, line 4For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch,
- p. 43, line 17I discover myself on a verge of the usual mistake.
- p. 43, line 19That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!
- p. 43, line 22The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it . . . . or to any graves,
- p. 43, line 24I troop forth replenished with supreme power, one of an average unending procession,
- p. 43, line 25We walk the roads of Ohio and Massachusetts and Virginia and Wisconsin and New York and New Orleans and Texas and Montreal and San Francisco and Charleston and Savannah and Mexico,
- p. 43, line 28The blossoms we wear in our hats are the growth of two thousand years.
- p. 44, line 2I see the approach of your numberless gangs . . . . I see you understand yourselves and me,
- p. 44, line 14They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers,
- p. 44, line 15They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath . . . . they fly out of the glance of his eyes.
- p. 44, line 16Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask . . . . lie over,
- p. 44, line 22And might tell the pinings I have . . . . the pulse of my nights and days.
- p. 44, line 24What I give I give out of myself.
- p. 44, line 26Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets,
- p. 45, line 3To a drudge of the cottonfields or emptier of privies I lean . . . . on his right cheek I put the family kiss,
- p. 45, line 6This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.
- p. 45, line 7To any one dying . . . . thither I speed and twist the knob of the door,
- p. 45, line 8Turn the bedclothes toward the foot of the bed,
- p. 45, line 14Every room of the house do I fill with am armed force . . . . lovers of me, bafflers of graves:
- p. 45, line 21I heard what was said of the universe,
- p. 45, line 22Heard it and heard of several thousand years;
- p. 45, line 26The most they offer for mankind and eternity less than a spirt of my own seminal wet,
- p. 45, line 27Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah and laying them away,
- p. 45, line 29Buying drafts of Osiris and Isis and Belus and Brahma and Adonai,
- p. 45, line 33Admitting they were alive and did the work of their day,
- p. 46, line 5Not objecting to special revelations . . . . considering a curl of smoke or a hair on the back of my hand as curious as any revelation;
- p. 46, line 6Those ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes more to me than the gods of the antique wars,
- p. 46, line 7Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction,
- p. 46, line 8Their brawny limbs passing safe over charred laths . . . . their white foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames;
- p. 46, line 16The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one of the supremes,
- p. 46, line 18Guessing when I am it will not tickle me much to receive puffs out of pulpit or print;
- p. 46, line 20Putting myself here and now to the ambushed womb of the shadows!
- p. 46, line 21. . . . A call in the midst of the crowd,
- p. 46, line 26Easily written loosefingered chords! I feel the thrum of their climax and close.
- p. 47, line 1Music rolls, but not from the organ . . . . folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.
- p. 47, line 5Ever the old inexplicable query . . . . ever that thorned thumb—that breath of itches and thirsts,
- p. 47, line 7Ever love . . . . ever the sobbing liquid of life,
- p. 47, line 8Ever the bandage under the chin . . . . ever the tressels of death.
- p. 47, line 10To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning,
- p. 47, line 14This is the city . . . . and I am one of the citizens;
- p. 47, line 19I acknowledge the duplicates of myself under all the scrape-lipped and pipe-legged concealments.
- p. 47, line 26My words are words of a questioning, and to indicate reality;
- p. 47, line 28The marriage estate and settlement . . . . but the body and mind of the bridegroom? also those of the bride?
- p. 47, line 29The panorama of the sea . . . . but the sea itself?
- p. 48, line 2The fleet of ships of the line and all the modern improvements . . . . but the craft and pluck of the admiral?
- p. 48, line 3The dishes and fare and furniture . . . . but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?
- p. 48, line 8My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,
- p. 48, line 12Making a fetish of the first rock or stump . . . . powowing with sticks in the circle of obis,
- p. 48, line 13Helping the lama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,
- p. 48, line 20Looking forth on pavement and land, and outside of pavement and land,
- p. 48, line 21Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits.
- p. 48, line 22One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang,
- p. 48, line 26I know every one of you, and know the unspoken interrogatories,
- p. 48, line 29How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!
- p. 48, line 30Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers,
- p. 49, line 1The past is the push of you and me and all precisely the same,
- p. 49, line 12Nor the numberless slaughtered and wrecked . . . . nor the brutish koboo, called the ordure of humanity,
- p. 49, line 14Nor any thing in the earth, or down in the oldest graves of the earth,
- p. 49, line 15Nor any thing in the myriads of spheres, nor one of the myriads of myriads that inhabit them,
- p. 49, line 22We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers;
- p. 49, line 23There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
- p. 50, line 4I am an acme of things accomplished, and I an encloser of things to be.
- p. 50, line 5My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs,
- p. 50, line 6On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps,
- p. 50, line 9Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, the vapor from the nostrils of death,
- p. 50, line 19Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me,
- p. 50, line 25Span of youth! Ever-pushed elasticity! Manhood balanced and florid and full!
- p. 50, line 27Crowding my lips, and thick in the pores of my skin,
- p. 50, line 29Crying by day Ahoy from the rocks of the river . . . . swinging and chirping over my head,
- p. 51, line 1Lighting on every moment of my life,
- p. 51, line 3Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine.
- p. 51, line 4Old age superbly rising! Ineffable grace of dying days!
- p. 51, line 5Every condition promulges not only itself . . . . it promulges what grows after and out of itself,
- p. 51, line 8And all I see, multiplied as high as I can cipher, edge but the rim of the farther systems.
- p. 51, line 12He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit,
- p. 51, line 13And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.
- p. 51, line 18A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span, or make it impatient,
- p. 51, line 20See ever so far . . . . there is limitless space outside of that,
- p. 51, line 23I know I have the best of time and space—and that I was never measured, and never will be measured.
- p. 51, line 26No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
- p. 52, line 1But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
- p. 52, line 3My right hand points to landscapes of continents, and a plain public road.
- p. 52, line 11If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
- p. 52, line 15And I said to my spirit, When we become the enfolders of those orbs and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be filled and satisfied then?
- p. 52, line 24You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life
- p. 52, line 27To jump off in the midst of the sea, and rise again and nod to me and shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.
- p. 52, line 28I am the teacher of athletes,
- p. 52, line 29He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own,
- p. 53, line 2Wicked, rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear,
- p. 53, line 3Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak,
- p. 53, line 6Preferring scars and faces pitted with smallpox over all latherers and those that keep out of the sun.
- p. 53, line 11It is you talking just as much as myself . . . . I act as the tongue of you,
- p. 53, line 16The nearest gnat is an explanation and a drop or the motion of waves a key,
- p. 53, line 22The farmboy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice,
- p. 53, line 25The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon,
- p. 54, line 1And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,
- p. 54, line 2And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times,
- p. 54, line 8No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.
- p. 54, line 12I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
- p. 54, line 13In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass;
- p. 54, line 16And as to you death, and you bitter hug of mortality . . . . it is idle to try to alarm me.
- p. 54, line 19I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors . . . . and mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.
- p. 54, line 22I reach to the leafy lips . . . . I reach to the polished breasts of melons.
- p. 54, line 23And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths,
- p. 54, line 25I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven,
- p. 54, line 26O suns . . . . O grass of graves . . . . O perpetual transfers and promotions . . . . if you do not say anything how can I say anything?
- p. 54, line 27Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,
- p. 54, line 28Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight,
- p. 54, line 29Toss, sparkles of day and dusk . . . . toss on the black stems that decay in the muck,
- p. 54, line 30Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.
- p. 55, line 2And perceive of the ghastly glitter the sunbeams reflected,
- p. 55, line 15And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
- p. 55, line 17Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
- p. 55, line 26The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me . . . . he complains of my gab and my loitering.
- p. 55, line 28I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
- p. 55, line 29The last scud of day holds back for me,
- p. 57, line 6I pass so poorly with paper and types . . . . I must pass with the contact of bodies and souls.
- 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.
- p. 57, line 8Were all educations practical and ornamental well displayed out of me, what would it amount to?
- p. 58, line 3If you carouse at the table I say I will carouse at the opposite side of the table;
- p. 58, line 6Why what have you thought of yourself?
- p. 58, line 10Souls of men and women! it is not you I call unseen, unheard, untouchable and untouching;
- p. 58, line 14I see not merely that you are polite or whitefaced . . . . married or single . . . . citizens of old states or citizens of new states . . . . eminent in some profession . . . . a lady or gentleman in a parlor . . . . or dressed in the jail uniform . . . . or pulpit uniform,
- p. 58, line 16Iroquois eating the warflesh—fishtearer in his lair of rocks and sand . . . . Esquimaux in the dark cold snowhouse . . . . Chinese with his transverse eyes . . . . Bedowee—or wandering nomad—or tabounschik at the head of his droves,
- p. 58, line 17Grown, half-grown, and babe—of this country and every country, indoors and outdoors I see . . . . and all else is behind or through them.
- p. 58, line 21Offspring of those not rich—boys apprenticed to trades,
- p. 59, line 8And send no agent or medium . . . . and offer no representative of value—but offer the value itself.
- p. 59, line 17Or in the census returns or assessors' returns or prices current or any accounts of stock.
- 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;
- p. 59, line 20And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation, or bon-mot or reconnoissance,
- p. 59, line 23The light and shade—the curious sense of body and identity—the greed that with perfect complaisance devours all things—the endless pride and outstretching of man—unspeakable joys and sorrows,
- p. 59, line 24The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees . . . . and the wonders that fill each minute of time forever and each acre of surface and space forever,
- p. 60, line 1Have you reckoned them as mainly for a trade or farmwork? or for the profits of a store? or to achieve yourself a position? or to fill a gentleman's leisure or a lady's leisure?
- p. 60, line 3Or men and women that they might be written of, and songs sung?
- p. 60, line 4Or the attraction of gravity and the great laws and harmonious combinations and the fluids of the air as subjects for the savans?
- p. 60, line 7Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables or agriculture itself?
- p. 60, line 10I rate them as high as the highest . . . . but a child born of a woman and man I rate beyond all rate.
- p. 60, line 16I say they have all grown out of you and may grow out of you still,
- p. 60, line 18Leaves are not more shed from the trees or trees from the earth than they are shed out of you.
- p. 60, line 19The sum of all known value and respect I add up in you whoever you are;
- p. 60, line 23Laws, courts, the forming of states, the charters of cities, the going and coming of commerce and mails are all for you.
- p. 60, line 26The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the records reach is in you this hour—and myths and tales the same;
- p. 61, line 2Did you think it was in the white or gray stone? or the lines of the arches and cornices?
- 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,
- p. 61, line 7Can each see the signs of the best by a look in the lookingglass? Is there nothing greater or more?
- p. 61, line 11The pulses of your brain waiting their chance and encouragement at every deed or sight;
- p. 61, line 14The anklechain of the slave, the bed of the bedhouse, the cards of the gambler, the plates of the forger;
- p. 61, line 17The panes of the windows and all that appears through them . . . . the going forth in the morning and the aimless spending of the day;
- p. 61, line 20The jaunt of hunting or fishing, or the life of hunting or fishing,
- p. 61, line 24The currycomb . . the horse-cloth . . the halter and bridle and bits . . the very wisps of straw,
- p. 61, line 26Manufactures . . commerce . . engineering . . the building of cities, and every trade carried on there . . and the implements of every trade,
- p. 62, line 1The plumbob and trowel and level . . the wall-scaffold, and the work of walls and ceilings . . or any mason-work:
- p. 62, line 6Everyday objects . . . . the housechairs, the carpet, the bed and the counterpane of the bed, and him or her sleeping at night, and the wind blowing, and the indefinite noises:
- p. 62, line 9The message of the governor, mayor, or chief of police . . . . the dishes of breakfast or dinner or supper;
- p. 62, line 11The paper I write on or you write on . . and every word we write . . and every cross and twirl of the pen . . and the curious way we write what we think . . . . yet very faintly;
- p. 62, line 13The ring on your finger . . the lady's wristlet . . the hammers of stonebreakers or coppersmiths . . the druggist's vials and jars;
- p. 62, line 14The etui of surgical instruments, and the etui of oculist's or aurist's instruments, or dentist's instruments;
- p. 62, line 15Glassblowing, grinding of wheat and corn . . casting, and what is cast . . tinroofing, shingledressing,
- p. 62, line 16Shipcarpentering, flagging of sidewalks by flaggers . . dockbuilding, fishcuring, ferrying;
- p. 62, line 19The cottonbale . . the stevedore's hook . . the saw and buck of the sawyer . . the screen of the coalscreener . . the mould of the moulder . . the workingknife of the butcher;
- p. 62, line 21The implements for daguerreotyping . . . . the tools of the rigger or grappler or sail-maker or blockmaker,
- p. 62, line 22Goods of guttapercha or papiermache . . . . colors and brushes . . . . glaziers' implements,
- p. 63, line 2The awl and kneestrap . . the pint measure and quart measure . . the counter and stool . . the writingpen of quill or metal;
- p. 63, line 3Billiards and tenpins . . . . the ladders and hanging ropes of the gymnasium, and the manly exercises;
- p. 63, line 6The walkingbeam of the steam-engine . . the throttle and governors, and the up and down rods,
- p. 63, line 7Stavemachines and plainingmachines . . . . the cart of the carman . . the omnibus . . the ponderous dray;
- 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:
- p. 63, line 9The bearhunt or coonhunt . . . . the bonfire of shavings in the open lot in the city . . the crowd of children watching;
- p. 63, line 10The blows of the fighting-man . . the upper cut and one-two-three;
- p. 63, line 14The column of wants in the one-cent paper . . the news by telegraph . . . . the amusements and operas and shows:
- p. 63, line 19In them the heft of the heaviest . . . . in them far more than you estimated, and far less also,
- p. 63, line 20In them, not yourself . . . . you and your soul enclose all things, regardless of estimation,
- p. 64, line 5When the psalm sings instead of the singer,
- p. 64, line 6When the script preaches instead of the preacher,
- p. 64, line 7When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the carver that carved the supporting desk,
- p. 64, line 8When the sacred vessels or the bits of the eucharist, or the lath and plast, procreate as effectually as the young silversmiths or bakers, or the masons in their overalls,
- p. 64, line 12I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women.
- p. 65, line 1TO think of time . . . . to think through the retrospection,
- p. 65, line 2To think of today . . and the ages continued henceforward.
- p. 65, line 13When the soreness of lying so much in bed is over,
- p. 65, line 17When the faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying,
- p. 65, line 18When the twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,
- p. 65, line 19When the breath ceases and the pulse of the heart ceases,
- p. 66, line 4To think of all these wonders of city and country . . and others taking great interest in them . . and we taking small interest in them.
- p. 66, line 11Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf,
- p. 66, line 13A gray discouraged sky overhead . . . . the short last daylight of December,
- p. 66, line 15The funeral of an old stagedriver . . . . the cortege mostly drivers.
- p. 66, line 24Fond of women, . . played some . . eat hearty and drank hearty,
- p. 67, line 5To think that other workingmen will make just as great account of them . . yet we make little or no account.
- p. 67, line 15To think there will still be farms and profits and crops . . yet for you of what avail?
- p. 67, line 18The sky continues beautiful . . . . the pleasure of men with women shall never be sated . . nor the pleasure of women with men . . nor the pleasure from poems;
- p. 67, line 19The domestic joys, the daily housework or business, the building of houses—they are not phantasms . . they have weight and form and location;
- p. 67, line 22The earth is not an echo . . . . man and his life and all the things of his life are well-considered.
- p. 68, line 1It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father—it is to identify you,
- p. 68, line 9He is one of those who are beautiful and happy . . . . he is one of those that to look upon and be with is enough.
- p. 68, line 10The law of the past cannot be eluded,
- p. 68, line 11The law of the present and future cannot be eluded,
- p. 68, line 12The law of the living cannot be eluded . . . . it is eternal,
- p. 68, line 13The law of promotion and transformation cannot be eluded,
- p. 68, line 14The law of heroes and good-doers cannot be eluded,
- p. 68, line 15The law of drunkards and informers and mean persons cannot be eluded.
- p. 68, line 20But there is more account than that . . . . there is strict account of all.
- p. 68, line 21The interminable hordes of the ignorant and wicked are not nothing,
- p. 68, line 22The barbarians of Africa and Asia are not nothing,
- p. 68, line 23The common people of Europe are not nothing . . . . the American aborigines are not nothing,
- p. 68, line 26The perpetual succession of shallow people are not nothing as they go,
- p. 68, line 27The prostitute is not nothing . . . . the mocker of religion is not nothing as he goes.
- p. 69, line 1I have dreamed that we are not to be changed so much . . . . nor the law of us changed;
- p. 69, line 9To show us a good thing or a few good things for a space of time—that is no satisfaction;
- p. 69, line 10We must have the indestructible breed of the best, regardless of time.
- p. 69, line 11If otherwise, all these things came but to ashes of dung;
- p. 69, line 26Laws of the earth and air! if I realize you I have satisfaction.
- p. 69, line 30The trees have, rooted in the ground . . . . the weeds of the sea have . . . . the animals.
- p. 70, line 6Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers;
- p. 70, line 11The wretched features of ennuyees, the white features of corpses, the livid faces of drunkards, the sick-gray faces of onanists,
- p. 70, line 15The married couple sleep calmly in their bed, he with his palm on the hip of the wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,
- p. 71, line 5The head of the moneymaker that plotted all day sleeps,
- p. 71, line 13I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers,
- p. 71, line 17I see the hiding of douceurs . . . . I see nimble ghosts whichever way I look,
- p. 71, line 24Onward we move, a gay gang of blackguards with mirthshouting music and wild-flapping pennants of joy.
- p. 72, line 2He whom I call answers me and takes the place of my lover,
- p. 72, line 19Laps life-swelling yolks . . . . laps ear of rose-corn, milky and just ripened:
- p. 72, line 24It is my face yellow and wrinkled instead of the old woman's,
- p. 72, line 27I see the sparkles of starshine on the icy and pallid earth.
- p. 73, line 3I see a beautiful gigantic swimmer swimming naked through the eddies of the sea,
- p. 73, line 8Will you kill the courageous giant? Will you kill him in the prime of his middle age?
- p. 73, line 13Swiftly and out of sight is borne the brave corpse.
- p. 73, line 18I look where the ship helplessly heads end on . . . . I hear the burst as she strikes . . I hear the howls of dismay . . . . they grow fainter and fainter.
- p. 73, line 21I search with the crowd . . . . not one of the company is washed to us alive;
- p. 73, line 23Now of the old war-days . . the defeat at Brooklyn;
- p. 73, line 24Washington stands inside the lines . . he stands on the entrenched hills amid a crowd of officers,
- p. 73, line 26He sees the slaughter of the southern braves confided to him by their parents.
- p. 73, line 28He stands in the room of the old tavern . . . . the wellbeloved soldiers all pass through,
- p. 74, line 5Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on the old homestead.
- p. 74, line 7On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rushbottoming chairs;
- p. 74, line 11She looked at the beauty of her tallborne face and full and pliant limbs,
- p. 74, line 14She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fireplace . . . . she cooked food for her,
- p. 74, line 16The red squaw staid all the forenoon, and toward the middle of the afternoon she went away;
- p. 74, line 18All the week she thought of her . . . . she watched for her many a month,
- p. 74, line 20But the red squaw never came nor was heard of there again.
- p. 74, line 29A show of the summer softness . . . . a contact of something unseen . . . . an amour of the light and air;
- p. 75, line 6The poor Irishman lives in the simple house of his childhood, with the wellknown neighbors and faces,
- p. 75, line 8The Dutchman voyages home, and the Scotchman and Welchman voyage home . . and the native of the Mediterranean voyages home;
- p. 75, line 9To every port of England and France and Spain enter wellfilled ships;
- p. 75, line 28The myth of heaven indicates peace and night.
- p. 75, line 29The myth of heaven indicates the soul;
- p. 76, line 8The child of the glutton or venerealee waits long, and the child of the drunkard waits long, and the drunkard himself waits long,
- p. 76, line 15The bare arm of the girl crosses the bare breast of her lover . . . . they press close without lust . . . . his lips press her neck,
- p. 76, line 17The white hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter,
- p. 76, line 18The breath of the boy goes with the breath of the man . . . . friend is inarmed by friend,
- p. 76, line 20The call of the slave is one with the master's call . . and the master salutes the slave,
- p. 76, line 21The felon steps forth from the prison . . . . the insane becomes sane . . . . the suffering of sick persons is relieved,
- p. 76, line 22The sweatings and fevers stop . . the throat that was unsound is sound . . the lungs of the consumptive are resumed . . the poor distressed head is free,
- p. 76, line 23The joints of the rheumatic move as smoothly as ever, and smoother than ever,
- p. 76, line 26They pass the invigoration of the night and the chemistry of the night and awake.
- p. 77, line 4I know not how I came of you, and I know not where I go with you . . . . but I know I came well and shall go well.
- p. 77, line 9THE bodies of men and women engirth me, and I engirth them,
- p. 77, line 13The expression of the body of man or woman balks account,
- p. 77, line 14The male is perfect and that of the female is perfect.
- p. 77, line 15The expression of a wellmade man appears not only in his face,
- p. 77, line 16It is in his limbs and joints also . . . . it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
- 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,
- p. 78, line 3You linger to see his back and the back of his neck and shoulderside.
- p. 78, line 4The sprawl and fulness of babes . . . . the bosoms and heads of women . . . . the folds of their dress . . . . their style as we pass in the street . . . . the contour of their shape downwards;
- p. 78, line 5The swimmer naked in the swimmingbath . . seen as he swims through the salt transparent greenshine, or lies on his back and rolls silently with the heave of the water;
- p. 78, line 7The bending forward and backward of rowers in rowboats . . . . the horseman in his saddle;
- p. 78, line 9The group of laborers seated at noontime with their open dinnerkettles, and their wives waiting,
- p. 78, line 12The wrestle of wrestlers . . two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, goodnatured, nativeborn, out on the vacant lot at sundown after work,
- p. 78, line 13The coats vests and caps thrown down . . the embrace of love and resistance,
- p. 78, line 15The march of firemen in their own costumes—the play of the masculine muscle through cleansetting trowsers and waistbands,
- p. 78, line 20I knew a man . . . . he was a common farmer . . . . he was the father of five sons . . . and in them were the fathers of sons . . . and in them were the fathers of sons.
- p. 78, line 21This man was of wonderful vigor and calmness and beauty of person;
- p. 78, line 22The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of his manners, the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard, the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes,
- p. 79, line 2He drank water only . . . . the blood showed like scarlet through the clear brown skin of his face;
- p. 79, line 4When he went with his five sons and many grandsons to hunt or fish you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang,
- p. 79, line 11There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them and in the contact and odor of them that pleases the soul well,
- p. 79, line 17Books, art, religion, time . . the visible and solid earth . . the atmosphere and the fringed clouds . . what was expected of heaven or feared of hell are now consumed,
- p. 79, line 18Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it . . the response likewise ungovernable,
- p. 79, line 19Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands—all diffused . . . . mine too diffused,
- p. 79, line 21Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous . . . . quivering jelly of love . . . white-blow and delirious juice,
- p. 79, line 22Bridegroom-night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn,
- p. 79, line 24Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweetfleshed day.
- p. 79, line 25This is the nucleus . . . after the child is born of woman the man is born of woman,
- p. 79, line 26This is the bath of birth . . . this is the merge of small and large and the outlet again.
- p. 80, line 1Be not ashamed women . . your privilege encloses the rest . . it is the exit of the rest,
- p. 80, line 2You are the gates of the body and you are the gates of the soul.
- p. 80, line 6I see the bearer of the great fruit which is immortality . . . . the good thereof is not tasted by roues, and never can be.
- p. 80, line 8He too is all qualities . . . . he is action and power . . . . the flush of the known universe is in him,
- p. 80, line 11The fullspread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul;
- p. 80, line 12Knowledge becomes him . . . . he likes it always . . . . he brings everything to the test of himself,
- p. 80, line 16Is it a slave? Is it one of the dullfaced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
- p. 81, line 2Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for him,
- p. 81, line 3For him the globe lay preparing quintillions of years without one animal or plant,
- p. 81, line 6In it and below it the making of the attributes of heroes.
- p. 81, line 10Flakes of breastmuscle, pliant backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, goodsized arms and legs,
- p. 81, line 15This is not only one man . . . . he is the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns,
- p. 81, line 16In him the start of populous states and rich republics,
- p. 81, line 17Of him countless immortal lives with countless embodiments and enjoyments.
- p. 81, line 18How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries?
- p. 81, line 21She too is not only herself . . . . she is the teeming mother of mothers,
- p. 81, line 22She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.
- p. 81, line 25In them and of them natal love . . . . in them the divine mystery . . . . the same old beautiful mystery.
- p. 82, line 4And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,
- p. 82, line 9Who degrades or defiles the body of the dead is not more cursed.
- p. 82, line 11Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality,
- p. 82, line 13The face of the singing of music, the grand faces of natural lawyers and judges broad at the backtop,
- p. 82, line 14The faces of hunters and fishers, bulged at the brows . . . . the shaved blanched faces of orthodox citizens,
- p. 82, line 16The welcome ugly face of some beautiful soul . . . . the handsome detested or despised face,
- p. 82, line 17The sacred faces of infants . . . . the illuminated face of the mother of many children,
- p. 83, line 1The face of an amour . . . . the face of veneration,
- p. 83, line 2The face as of a dream . . . . the face of an immobile rock,
- p. 83, line 3The face withdrawn of its good and bad . . a castrated face,
- p. 83, line 5A stallion that yielded at last to the thongs and knife of the gelder.
- p. 83, line 16This is a face of bitter herbs . . . . this an emetic . . . . they need no label,
- p. 83, line 17And more of the drugshelf . . laudanum, caoutchouc, or hog's lard.
- p. 83, line 20Its teeth grit . . the palms of the hands are cut by the turned-in nails,
- p. 83, line 26Those are really men! . . . . the bosses and tufts of the great round globe!
- p. 83, line 27Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?
- p. 83, line 30I see neath the rims of your haggard and mean disguises.
- p. 84, line 1Splay and twist as you like . . . . poke with the tangling fores of fishes or rats,
- p. 84, line 3I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum,
- p. 84, line 5I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother,
- p. 84, line 7And I shall look again in a score or two of ages,
- p. 84, line 11Out of this face emerge banners and horses . . . . O superb! . . . . I see what is coming,
- p. 84, line 12I see the high pioneercaps . . . . I see the staves of runners clearing the way,
- p. 84, line 15This is the face commanding and bearded . . . . it asks no odds of the rest;
- p. 84, line 17This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme of all good.
- p. 84, line 31The old face of the mother of many children:
- p. 85, line 1Lulled and late is the smoke of the Sabbath morning,
- p. 85, line 2It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences,
- p. 85, line 5I heard what the run of poets were saying so long,
- p. 85, line 9She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,
- p. 85, line 11Her ample gown is of creamhued linen,
- p. 85, line 13The melodious character of the earth!
- p. 85, line 15The justified mother of men!
- p. 85, line 17How should the young man know the whether and when of his brother?
- p. 86, line 7He puts today out of himself with plasticity and love,
- p. 86, line 16He has the passkey of hearts . . . . to him the response of the prying of hands on the knobs.
- p. 86, line 17His welcome is universal . . . . the flow of beauty is not more welcome or universal than he is,
- p. 87, line 8The English believe he comes of their English stock,
- p. 87, line 13The gentleman of perfect blood acknowledges his perfect blood,
- p. 87, line 14The insulter, the prostitute, the angry person, the beggar, see themselves in the ways of him . . . . he strangely transmutes them,
- p. 87, line 16You think it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses,
- p. 87, line 17Well it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses;
- p. 87, line 19Or beyond one manly or affectionate deed of an apprenticeboy? . . or old woman? . . or man that has been in prison or is likely to be in prison?
- p. 87, line 20SUDDENLY out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,
- p. 87, line 22Its feet upon the ashes and the rags . . . . Its hands tight to the throats of kings.
- p. 87, line 23O hope and faith! O aching close of lives! O many a sickened heart!
- p. 88, line 6Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike of personal revenge . . or the heads of the nobles fall;
- p. 88, line 7The People scorned the ferocity of kings.
- p. 88, line 8But the sweetness of mercy brewed bitter destruction, and the frightened rulers come back:
- p. 88, line 13Out of its robes only this . . . . the red robes, lifted by the arm,
- p. 88, line 14One finger pointed high over the top, like the head of a snake appears.
- p. 88, line 15Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves . . . . bloody corpses of young men:
- p. 88, line 16The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily . . . . the bullets of princes are flying . . . . the creatures of power laugh aloud,
- p. 88, line 18Those corpses of young men,
- p. 88, line 24Not a grave of the murdered for freedom but grows seed for freedom . . . . in its turn to bear seed,
- p. 88, line 26Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,
- p. 88, line 28Liberty let others despair of you . . . . I never despair of you.
- p. 88, line 30Nevertheless be ready . . . . be not weary of watching,
- p. 89, line 9A fog follows . . . . antiques of the same come limping,
- p. 89, line 11Why this is a show! It has called the dead out of the earth,
- p. 89, line 12The old graveyards of the hills have hurried to see;
- p. 89, line 13Uncountable phantoms gather by flank and rear of it,
- p. 89, line 14Cocked hats of mothy mould and crutches made of mist,
- p. 89, line 16What troubles you, Yankee phantoms? What is all this chattering of bare gums?
- p. 89, line 27But there is one thing that belongs here . . . . Shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?
- p. 90, line 9And clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on top of the skull.
- p. 90, line 12You are mighty cute . . . . and here is one of your bargains.
- p. 90, line 15And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day . . . . or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
- p. 90, line 16The early lilacs became part of this child,
- p. 90, line 17And grass, and white and red morningglories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phœbe-bird,
- p. 90, line 18And the March-born lambs, and the sow's pink-faint litter, and the mare's foal, and the cow's calf, and the noisy brood of the barnyard or by the mire of the pond-side . . and the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there . . and the beautiful curious liquid . . and the water-plants with their graceful flat heads . . all became part of him.
- p. 90, line 19And the field-sprouts of April and May became part of him . . . . wintergrain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow corn, and of the esculent roots of the garden,
- p. 91, line 1And the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the tavern whence he had lately risen,
- p. 91, line 3And all the changes of city and country wherever he went.
- p. 91, line 4His own parents . . he that had propelled the fatherstuff at night, and fathered him . . and she that conceived him in her womb and birthed him . . . . they gave this child more of themselves than that,
- p. 91, line 5They gave him afterward every day . . . . they and of them became part of him.
- p. 91, line 11Affection that will not be gainsayed . . . . The sense of what is real . . . . the thought if after all it should prove unreal,
- p. 91, line 12The doubts of daytime and the doubts of nighttime . . . the curious whether and how,
- p. 91, line 15The streets themselves, and the facades of houses . . . . the goods in the windows,
- p. 91, line 18Shadows . . aureola and mist . . light falling on roofs and gables of white or brown, three miles off,
- 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,
- p. 91, line 22The horizon's edge, the flying seacrow, the fragrance of saltmarsh and shoremud;
- p. 91, line 23These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes and will always go forth every day,
- p. 91, line 24And these become of him or her that peruses them now.
- p. 92, line 8I am of the same style, for I am their friend,
- p. 92, line 10I lie abstracted and hear beautiful tales of things and the reasons of things,
- 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;
- p. 92, line 14I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years, nor ten decillions of years,
- p. 92, line 16I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman,
- p. 92, line 17Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman,
- p. 92, line 18Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me or any one else.
- p. 92, line 21And how I was not palpable once but am now . . . . and was born on the last day of May 1819 . . . . and passed from a babe in the creeping trance of three summers and three winters to articulate and walk . . . . are all equally wonderful.
- p. 93, line 4And I should like to hear the name of anything between Sunday morning and Saturday night that is not just as wonderful.
- p. 93, line 9Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft . . . . where you sail I sail,
- p. 93, line 10Yours is the muscle of life or death . . . . yours is the perfect science . . . . in you I have absolute faith.
- p. 93, line 13Great are the plunges and throes and triumphs and falls of democracy,
- p. 93, line 15Great the daring and venture of sailors on new explorations.
- p. 93, line 23Youth large lusty and loving . . . . youth full of grace and force and fascination,
- p. 93, line 25Day fullblown and splendid . . . . day of the immense sun, and action and ambition and laughter,
- p. 93, line 26The night follows close, with millions of suns, and sleep and restoring darkness.
- p. 94, line 3Expression of speech . . in what is written or said forget not that silence is also expressive,
- p. 94, line 6Great is the greatest nation . . the nation of clusters of equal nations.
- p. 94, line 10Great is the quality of truth in man,
- p. 94, line 11The quality of truth in man supports itself through all changes,
- p. 94, line 16O truth of the earth! O truth of things! I am determined to press the whole way toward you,
- p. 94, line 18Great is language . . . . it is the mightiest of the sciences,
- 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;
- p. 94, line 23It is the mother of the brood that must rule the earth with the new rule,
- p. 94, line 25Great is the law . . . . Great are the old few landmarks of the law . . . . they are the same in all times and shall not be disturbed.
- p. 95, line 4It cannot be varied by statutes any more than love or pride or the attraction of gravity can,
- p. 95, line 15The eternal equilibrium of things is great, and the eternal overthrow of things is great,