Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “face”

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  1. p. 18, line 7I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face,
  2. p. 43, line 26This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,
  3. p. 49, line 18Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
  4. p. 49, line 22Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.
  5. p. 50, line 28I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face,
  6. p. 58, line 2Wandering the same afternoon with my face turn'd up to the clouds, or down a lane or along the beach,
  7. p. 63, line 18The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curl'd whiskers,
  8. p. 64, line 14My face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.
  9. p. 76, line 1My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket,
  10. p. 76, line 22In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,
  11. p. 78, line 7Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
  12. p. 80, line 16The face, the limbs, the index from head to foot, and what it arouses,
  13. p. 81, line 26The expression of the face balks account,
  14. p. 81, line 27But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,
  15. p. 82, line 7The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water,
  16. p. 83, line 7He drank water only, the blood show'd like scarlet through the clear-brown skin of his face,
  17. p. 86, line 18And in man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is more beautiful than the most beautiful face.
  18. p. 88, line 21They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,
  19. p. 95, line 9Now I face home again, very pleas'd and joyous,
  20. p. 103, line 10In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me,
  21. p. 104, line 23From my face, from my forehead and lips,
  22. p. 105, line 14BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes,
  23. p. 106, line 15You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
  24. p. 129, line 10FLOOD-TIDE below me! I see you face to face!
  25. p. 129, line 11Clouds of the west—sun there half an hour high—I see you also face to face.
  26. p. 133, line 2What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
  27. p. 134, line 19And I stand before the young man face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand and his left hand in my right hand,
  28. p. 147, line 6Joys of the dear companions and of the merry word and laughing face?
  29. p. 148, line 3To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, face to face!
  30. p. 156, line 25The shape of the step-ladder for the convicted and sentenced murderer, the murderer with haggard face and pinion'd arms,
  31. p. 177, line 31Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face.
  32. p. 179, line 12Unless it face the exactness, vitality, impartiality, rectitude of the earth.
  33. p. 187, line 14The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these balk others they do not balk me,
  34. p. 189, line 23I praise no eminent man, I rebuke to his face the one that was thought most worthy.
  35. p. 200, line 19The yellow half-moon enlarged, sagging down, drooping, the face of the sea almost touching,
  36. p. 212, line 8Whose face and eyes none may see,
  37. p. 213, line 5A drunkard's breath, unwholesome eater's face, venerealee's flesh,
  38. p. 217, line 15Concealing her face, concealing her form,
  39. p. 221, line 17With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands, with a knife in the belt at your side,
  40. p. 233, line 17I saw the moisture gather in drops on the face of the General.
  41. p. 235, line 1The battle begins and goes against us, behold through the smoke Washington's face,
  42. p. 237, line 16Sickly white in the face and dull in the head, very faint,
  43. p. 238, line 8Bared your face in the starlight, curious the scene, cool blew the moderate night-wind,
  44. p. 239, line 12I stanch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white as a lily,)
  45. p. 240, line 8Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest the first just lift the blanket;
  46. p. 240, line 13Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory;
  47. p. 240, line 14Young man I think I know you—I think this face is the face of the Christ himself,
  48. p. 241, line 19But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself,
  49. p. 243, line 12His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the bloody stump,
  50. p. 246, line 27('Tis some mother's large transparent face,
  51. p. 246, line 30O moon immense with your silvery face you soothe me!
  52. p. 247, line 15The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face lightly,
  53. p. 251, line 3Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
  54. p. 254, line 16Then turn, and be not alarm'd O Libertad—turn your undying face,
  55. p. 262, line 11O comrade lustrous with silver face in the night.
  56. p. 266, line 16Of them standing among them, one lifts to the light a west-bred face,
  57. p. 271, line 24Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside?
  58. p. 271, line 25Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face?
  59. p. 271, line 27Does it meet modern discoveries, calibres, facts, face to face?
  60. p. 275, line 26(Mother, bend down, bend close to me your face,
  61. p. 282, line 6Under thee only they harvest, even but a wisp of hay under thy great face only,
  62. p. 292, line 23Nor hand of friend, nor loving face,
  63. p. 296, line 11This common curtain of the face contain'd in me for me, in you for you, in each for each,
  64. p. 299, line 5Beneath this face that appears so impassive hell's tides continually run,
  65. p. 306, line 23This cross, thy livid face, thy pierced hands and feet,
  66. p. 307, line 4(In gladness answering thence, as face afar to face, reflecting ours Columbia,)
  67. p. 312, line 25Across the stage with pallor on her face, yet lurid passion,
  68. p. 327, line 17It is my face yellow and wrinkled instead of the old woman's,
  69. p. 329, line 1His face is cold and damp, he cannot repress the weeping drops,
  70. p. 329, line 13Her hair, straight, shiny, coarse, black, profuse, half-envelop'd her face,
  71. p. 329, line 16She look'd at the freshness of her tall-borne face and full and pliant limbs,
  72. p. 338, line 6Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.
  73. p. 339, line 16From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes—lo! Hermes I—lo! mine is Hercules' face,
  74. p. 340, line 4With sudra face and worn brow, black, but in the depths of my heart, proud as any,
  75. p. 342, line 2I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant of, calm and actual faces,
  76. p. 350, line 24The storm shall dash thy face, the murk of war and worse than war shall cover thee all over,
  77. p. 351, line 3Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face with hectic,
  78. p. 351, line 4But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
  79. p. 352, line 18O'er all the globe that turns its face to thee shining in space,
  80. p. 353, line 3The spiritual-prescient face, the always welcome common benevolent face,
  81. p. 353, line 4The face of the singing of music, the grand faces of natural lawyers and judges broad at the back-top,
  82. p. 353, line 6The pure, extravagant, yearning, questioning artist's face,
  83. p. 353, line 7The ugly face of some beautiful soul, the handsome detested or despised face,
  84. p. 353, line 8The sacred faces of infants, the illuminated face of the mother of many children,
  85. p. 353, line 9The face of an amour, the face of veneration,
  86. p. 353, line 10The face as of a dream, the face of an immobile rock,
  87. p. 353, line 11The face withdrawn of its good and bad, a castrated face,
  88. p. 353, line 17This now is too lamentable a face for a man,
  89. p. 353, line 20This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage,
  90. p. 353, line 22This face is a haze more chill than the arctic sea,
  91. p. 353, line 24This is a face of bitter herbs, this an emetic, they need no label,
  92. p. 354, line 1This face is an epilepsy, its wordless tongue gives out the unearthly cry,
  93. p. 354, line 5This face is bitten by vermin and worms,
  94. p. 354, line 7This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee,
  95. p. 354, line 15I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum,
  96. p. 354, line 23Out of this face emerge banners and horses—O superb! I see what is coming,
  97. p. 355, line 1This face is a life-boat,
  98. p. 355, line 2This is the face commanding and bearded, it asks no odds of the rest,
  99. p. 355, line 3This face is flavor'd fruit ready for eating,
  100. p. 355, line 4This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme of all good.
  101. p. 355, line 12This is a full-grown lily's face,
  102. p. 355, line 18The old face of the mother of many children,
  103. p. 355, line 27She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.
  104. p. 364, line 14Of the President with pale face asking secretly to himself, What will the people say at last?
  105. p. 365, line 21Lo, Freedom's features fresh undimm'd look forth—the same immortal face looks forth;
  106. p. 365, line 22(A glimpse as of thy Mother's face Columbia,
  107. p. 367, line 15IN midnight sleep of many a face of anguish,
  108. p. 369, line 19Libertad and the divine average, freedom to every slave on the face of the earth,
  109. p. 376, line 17(I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still,
  110. p. 387, line 15The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face.
  111. p. 392, line 6Thy ample, smiling face, dash'd with the sparkling dimples of the sun,
  112. p. 401, line 10I scan the face all berry-brown and bearded—the stout-strong frame,
  113. p. 411, line 9Thy smile, eyes, face, calm, silent, loving as ever:
  114. p. 414, line 7So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within—thy soothing fingers on my face and hands,
  115. p. 417, line 5Painted half his face and neck, his wrists, and back-hands.
  116. p. 420, line 28Draws sometimes close to me, as face to face.