Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1855

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  1. p. iv, line 29[…] to west and reflects what is between them. On him rise solid growths that offset the growths of pine […]
  2. p. iv, line 52[…] weatherbeaten vessels entering new ports or making landings on rocky coasts—the first settlements north or south—the rapid […]
  3. p. iv, line 102[…] nothing in its place is bad. He bestows on every object or quality its fit proportions neither more nor […]
  4. p. v, line 24[…] of the praise of things. In the talk on the soul and eternity and God off of his equal […]
  5. p. v, line 102[…] as unerringly and loosely as lilacs or roses on a bush, and take shapes as compact as the shapes […]
  6. p. vi, line 75[…] persons some more and some less to bear on your individual character as you hear or read. To do […]
  7. p. vi, line 86[…] out of their coffins and stands them again on their feet . . . . he says to the past, Rise and walk […]
  8. p. vi, line 96[…] or what is beyond . . . . he glows a moment on the extremest verge. He is most wonderful in his last […]
  9. p. vii, line 1[…] excess or for the lack of definitenessTo carry on the heave of impulse and pierce intellectual depths and give […]
  10. p. vii, line 8[…] flawless triumph of art. If you have looked on him who has achieved it you have looked on one […]
  11. p. vii, line 9[…] him who has achieved it you have looked on one of the masters of the artists of all nations […]
  12. p. vii, line 13[…] blood horse or the tall leaning of sunflowers on their stalk or the appearance of the sun journeying through […]
  13. p. vii, line 51[…] each man and woman are, Come to us on equal terms, Only then can you understand us, We are […]
  14. p. vii, line 66[…] that something in the soul which says, Rage on, Whirl on, I tread master here and everywhere, Master of the spasms […]
  15. p. vii, line 87[…] science and its practical movements are no checks on the greatest poet but always his encouragement and support. The […]
  16. p. viii, line 117[…] state or the federal government or any oppression on a largescale or small scale can be tried on without […]
  17. p. ix, line 1[…] a largescale or small scale can be tried on without its own punishment following duly after in exact proportion […]
  18. p. ix, line 45[…] or to put upon cornices or monuments or on the prows or sterns of ships, or to put anywhere […]
  19. p. x, line 6[…] of a few clapboards around and shingles overhead on a lot of American soil owned, and the easy dollars […]
  20. p. x, line 60[…] themselves . . . ever is or ever can be stamped on the programme but it is duly realized and returned, and […]
  21. p. x, line 86[…] all the self-denial that stood steady and aloof on wrecks and saw others take the seats of the boats […]
  22. p. x, line 104[…] that is well thought or done this day on any part of the surface of the globe . . or on […]
  23. p. x, line 105[…] part of the surface of the globe . . or on any of the wandering stars or fixed stars by those […]
  24. p. xi, line 33[…] land body and soul to himself and hang on its neck with incomparable love and plunge his semitic muscle […]
  25. p. xi, line 52[…] it live through them? Does it still hold on untired? Will the same style and the direction of genius […]
  26. p. xi, line 90[…] fits an orbit for itself and looks unabashed on the lesser orbits of the stars and sweeps through the […]
  27. p. xi, line 113[…] is brawny enough and limber and full enough. On the tough stock of a race who through all change […]
  28. p. xii, line 46[…] impartiality? Does it look with the same love on the last born and on those hardening toward stature, and on the errant, and on […]
  29. p. xii, line 47[…] born and on those hardening toward stature, and on the errant, and on those who disdain all strength of […]
  30. p. xii, line 48[…] hardening toward stature, and on the errant, and on those who disdain all strength of assault outside of their […]
  31. p. xii, line 63[…] also does its work. No disguise can pass on it . . no disguise can conceal from it. It rejects none […]
  32. p. 13, line 19The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
  33. 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,
  34. p. 15, line 1As God comes a loving bedfellow and sleeps at my side all night and close on the peep of the day,
  35. p. 15, line 17Looks down, is erect, bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
  36. p. 15, line 24Loafe with me on the grass . . . . loose the stop from your throat,
  37. p. 17, line 31The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,
  38. p. 18, line 2The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,
  39. p. 18, line 10What groans of overfed or half-starved who fall on the flags sunstruck or in fits,
  40. p. 18, line 17The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,
  41. p. 18, line 20I felt its soft jolts . . . . one leg reclined on the other,
  42. p. 18, line 27Soundly falling asleep on the gathered leaves, my dog and gun by my side.
  43. p. 19, line 2On a bank lounged the trapper . . . . he was dressed mostly in skins . . . . his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck,
  44. p. 19, line 3One hand rested on his rifle . . . . the other hand held firmly the wrist of the red girl,
  45. p. 19, line 8And went where he sat on a log, and led him in and assured him,
  46. p. 19, line 12And remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles;
  47. p. 19, line 30The young men float on their backs, their white bellies swell to the sun . . . . they do not ask who seizes fast to them,
  48. p. 20, line 11The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses . . . . the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain,
  49. 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,
  50. p. 20, line 15The sun falls on his crispy hair and moustache . . . . falls on the black of his polish'd and perfect limbs.
  51. p. 20, line 22My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and daylong ramble,
  52. p. 21, line 4The sharphoofed moose of the north, the cat on the housesill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog,
  53. p. 21, line 16Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me,
  54. p. 22, line 2The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race,
  55. p. 22, line 3The western turkey-shooting draws old and young . . . . some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs,
  56. p. 22, line 9The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron,
  57. p. 22, line 19The pavingman leans on his twohanded rammer—the reporter's lead flies swiftly over the notebook—the signpainter is lettering with red and gold,
  58. p. 22, line 20The canal-boy trots on the towpath—the bookkeeper counts at his desk—the shoemaker waxes his thread,
  59. p. 22, line 23The regatta is spread on the bay . . . . how the white sails sparkle!
  60. p. 22, line 25The pedlar sweats with his pack on his back—the purchaser higgles about the odd cent,
  61. p. 22, line 29The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck,
  62. p. 23, line 1On the piazza walk five friendly matrons with twined arms;
  63. p. 23, line 9Off on the lakes the pikefisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen surface,
  64. p. 23, line 13The torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahoochee or Altamahaw;
  65. p. 23, line 27A Yankee bound my own way . . . . ready for trade . . . . my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
  66. p. 23, line 31At home on Canadian snowshoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland,
  67. p. 23, line 33At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine or the Texan ranch,
  68. p. 25, line 14Well I have . . . . for the April rain has, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
  69. p. 27, line 2It is a trifle . . . . they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on.
  70. p. 28, line 29And go on the square for my own sake and for others' sakes,
  71. p. 29, line 12By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
  72. p. 30, line 17I dote on myself . . . . there is that lot of me, and all so luscious,
  73. p. 32, line 30On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs,
  74. p. 33, line 5Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.
  75. p. 35, line 4Choosing to go with him on brotherly terms.
  76. p. 35, line 13What I guessed when I loafed on the grass,
  77. p. 35, line 23Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead . . . . where the buck turns furiously at the hunter,
  78. p. 35, line 24Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock . . . . where the otter is feeding on fish,
  79. p. 36, line 4Scaling mountains . . . . pulling myself cautiously up . . . . holding on by low scragged limbs,
  80. p. 36, line 8Where the flails keep time on the barn floor,
  81. p. 36, line 15Where the life-car is drawn on the slipnoose . . . . where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand,
  82. p. 36, line 19Where the half-burned brig is riding on unknown currents,
  83. p. 37, line 5Where beehives range on a gray bench in the garden half-hid by the high weeds;
  84. p. 37, line 6Where the band-necked partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out;
  85. p. 37, line 11Where the katydid works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well;
  86. p. 38, line 16Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty,
  87. p. 39, line 3And chalked in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, We will not desert you;
  88. p. 39, line 10The mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry wood, and her children gazing on;
  89. p. 39, line 18I fall on the weeds and stones,
  90. p. 39, line 23My hurt turns livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
  91. p. 41, line 17On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.
  92. 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,
  93. p. 42, line 4The leaks gained fast on the pumps . . . . the fire eat toward the powder-magazine,
  94. p. 42, line 11Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness,
  95. p. 42, line 13The captain on the quarter deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white as a sheet,
  96. p. 43, line 7I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.
  97. p. 43, line 17I discover myself on a verge of the usual mistake.
  98. p. 43, line 20That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning!
  99. p. 43, line 27Our swift ordinances are on their way over the whole earth,
  100. p. 45, line 3To a drudge of the cottonfields or emptier of privies I lean . . . . on his right cheek I put the family kiss,
  101. p. 45, line 5On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes,
  102. p. 45, line 19I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs,
  103. p. 45, line 30In my portfolio placing Manito loose, and Allah on a leaf, and the crucifix engraved,
  104. p. 46, line 2Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself . . . . bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,
  105. 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;
  106. p. 46, line 12Selling all he possesses and traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery:
  107. p. 46, line 25Now the performer launches his nerve . . . . he has passed his prelude on the reeds within.
  108. p. 46, line 27My head evolves on my neck,
  109. p. 47, line 9Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking,
  110. p. 48, line 20Looking forth on pavement and land, and outside of pavement and land,
  111. p. 50, line 6On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps,
  112. p. 50, line 21For it the nebula cohered to an orb . . . . the long slow strata piled to rest it on . . . . vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
  113. p. 50, line 24Now I stand on this spot with my soul.
  114. p. 51, line 1Lighting on every moment of my life,
  115. p. 52, line 7Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know,
  116. p. 52, line 8Perhaps it is every where on water and on land.
  117. p. 52, line 11If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
  118. p. 53, line 5First rate to ride, to fight, to hit the bull's eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song or play on the banjo,
  119. p. 54, line 29Toss, sparkles of day and dusk . . . . toss on the black stems that decay in the muck,
  120. p. 55, line 9Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
  121. p. 55, line 22I concentrate toward them that are nigh . . . . I wait on the door-slab.
  122. p. 56, line 1It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadowed wilds,
  123. p. 57, line 17If you bestow gifts on your brother or dearest friend, I demand as good as your brother or dearest friend,
  124. p. 59, line 1Young fellows working on farms and old fellows working on farms;
  125. p. 61, line 26Manufactures . . commerce . . engineering . . the building of cities, and every trade carried on there . . and the implements of every trade,
  126. 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;
  127. p. 62, line 13The ring on your finger . . the lady's wristlet . . the hammers of stonebreakers or coppersmiths . . the druggist's vials and jars;
  128. p. 63, line 11The shopwindows . . . . the coffins in the sexton's wareroom . . . . the fruit on the fruitstand . . . . the beef on the butcher's stall,
  129. p. 63, line 18The pay on Saturday night . . . . the going home, and the purchases;
  130. p. 65, line 16When medicines stand unused on the shelf, and the camphor-smell has pervaded the rooms,
  131. p. 65, line 18When the twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,
  132. p. 65, line 20Then the corpse-limbs stretch on the bed, and the living look upon them,
  133. p. 66, line 2But without eyesight lingers a different living and looks curiously on the corpse.
  134. p. 66, line 18The coffin is lowered and settled . . . . the whip is laid on the coffin,
  135. p. 67, line 1Somebody loafing on you, or you loafing on somebody . . . . headway . . . . man before and man behind,
  136. p. 68, line 17Northerner goes carried and southerner goes carried . . . . and they on the Atlantic side and they on the Pacific, and they between, and all through the Mississippi country . . . . and all over the earth.
  137. p. 69, line 23Slowly and surely they have passed on to this, and slowly and surely they will yet pass on.
  138. p. 70, line 12The gashed bodies on battlefields, the insane in their strong-doored rooms, the sacred idiots,
  139. 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,
  140. p. 72, line 21And liquor is spilled on lips and bosoms by touching glasses, and the best liquor afterward.
  141. p. 72, line 26It is I too . . . . the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,
  142. p. 72, line 27I see the sparkles of starshine on the icy and pallid earth.
  143. p. 73, line 6I hate the swift-running eddies that would dash him headforemost on the rocks.
  144. p. 73, line 12His beautiful body is borne in the circling eddies . . . . it is continually bruised on rocks,
  145. 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.
  146. p. 73, line 24Washington stands inside the lines . . he stands on the entrenched hills amid a crowd of officers,
  147. p. 74, line 2The chief encircles their necks with his arm and kisses them on the cheek,
  148. p. 74, line 5Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on the old homestead.
  149. p. 74, line 7On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rushbottoming chairs;
  150. p. 74, line 14She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fireplace . . . . she cooked food for her,
  151. p. 76, line 1It comes from its embowered garden and looks pleasantly on itself and encloses the world;
  152. p. 76, line 9The sleepers that lived and died wait . . . . the far advanced are to go on in their turns, and the far behind are to go on in their turns,
  153. p. 76, line 17The white hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter,
  154. 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;
  155. p. 78, line 12The wrestle of wrestlers . . two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, goodnatured, nativeborn, out on the vacant lot at sundown after work,
  156. p. 78, line 16The slow return from the fire . . . . the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again— the listening on the alert,
  157. 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,
  158. p. 80, line 16Is it a slave? Is it one of the dullfaced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
  159. p. 80, line 23Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffused float, and the soil is on the surface and water runs and vegetation sprouts for you . . and not for him and her?
  160. p. 81, line 1Gentlemen look on this curious creature,
  161. p. 85, line 10The sun just shines on her old white head.
  162. p. 86, line 5The ships in the offing . . . . the perpetual shows and marches on land are for him if they are for any body.
  163. p. 86, line 16He has the passkey of hearts . . . . to him the response of the prying of hands on the knobs.
  164. p. 87, line 12The engineer, the deckhand on the great lakes or on the Mississippi or St Lawrence or Sacramento or Hudson or Delaware claims him.
  165. p. 89, line 6I love to look on the stars and stripes . . . . I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.
  166. p. 89, line 15Arms in slings and old men leaning on young men's shoulders.
  167. p. 90, line 9And clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on top of the skull.
  168. p. 91, line 2And the schoolmistress that passed on her way to the school . . and the friendly boys that passed . . and the quarrelsome boys . . and the tidy and freshcheeked girls . . and the barefoot negro boy and girl,
  169. p. 91, line 6The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the suppertable,
  170. p. 91, line 17The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset . . . . the river between,
  171. p. 91, line 18Shadows . . aureola and mist . . light falling on roofs and gables of white or brown, three miles off,
  172. 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.
  173. p. 93, line 1And that the moon spins round the earth and on with the earth is equally wonderful,
  174. p. 93, line 15Great the daring and venture of sailors on new explorations.
  175. p. 95, line 5It is immutable . . it does not depend on majorities . . . . majorities or what not come at last before the same passionless and exact tribunal.
  176. p. 95, line 8They rule on the highest grounds . . . . they oversee all eras and states and administrations,