Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 9, line 6Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
  2. p. 9, line 9As I ponder'd in silence,
  3. p. 9, line 12Terrible in beauty, age, and power,
  4. p. 9, line 22Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering,
  5. p. 10, line 5IN cabin'd ships at sea,
  6. p. 10, line 12In full rapport at last.
  7. p. 10, line 25Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;)
  8. p. 11, line 3Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted.
  9. p. 11, line 7I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself in his own rights,
  10. p. 11, line 8Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the great pride of man in himself,)
  11. p. 11, line 19Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.)
  12. p. 11, line 26Merged in its spirit I and mine, as the contest hinged on thee,
  13. p. 12, line 5Put in thy chants said he,
  14. p. 12, line 6No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in,
  15. p. 12, line 28In its eidólon.
  16. p. 13, line 34Shall yet maintain themselves, in higher stages yet,
  17. p. 14, line 9Thy very songs not in thy songs,
  18. p. 14, line 30But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs.
  19. p. 15, line 5How there is something relentless in their fate all times,
  20. p. 15, line 17We dwell a while in every city and town,
  21. p. 16, line 6ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
  22. p. 16, line 7Master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the midst of irrational things,
  23. p. 16, line 10Me toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennessee, or far north or inland,
  24. p. 17, line 5The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck,
  25. p. 17, line 7The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
  26. p. 17, line 18I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless, indispensable fire!)
  27. p. 18, line 6I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
  28. p. 18, line 17Dweller in Mannahatta my city, or on southern savannas,
  29. p. 18, line 18Or a soldier camp'd or carrying my knapsack and gun, or a miner in California,
  30. p. 18, line 19Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring,
  31. p. 18, line 20Or withdrawn to muse and meditate in some deep recess,
  32. p. 19, line 6Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.
  33. p. 19, line 18As in a dream they change, they swiftly fill,
  34. p. 19, line 26Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn,
  35. p. 20, line 8Shooting in pulses of fire ceaseless to vivify all.
  36. p. 20, line 16In the name of these States shall I scorn the antique?
  37. p. 20, line 26I stand in my place with my own day here.
  38. p. 21, line 20And employments! I will put in my poems that with you is heroism upon land and sea,
  39. p. 21, line 24I believe these are to found their own ideal of manly love, indicating it in me,
  40. p. 22, line 2I advance from the people in their own spirit,
  41. p. 22, line 6I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is—and I say there is in fact no evil,
  42. p. 22, line 12I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake.
  43. p. 23, line 8Know you, solely to drop in the earth the germs of a greater religion,
  44. p. 23, line 16Living beings, identities now doubtless near us in the air that we know not of,
  45. p. 23, line 18These selecting, these in hints demanded of me.
  46. p. 24, line 1As I have walk'd in Alabama my morning walk,
  47. p. 24, line 2I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest in the briers hatching her brood.
  48. p. 24, line 19And sexual organs and acts! do you concentrate in me, for I am determin'd to tell you with courageous clear voice to prove you illustrious,
  49. p. 24, line 20And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future,
  50. p. 25, line 16Any more than a man's substance and life or a woman's substance and life return in the body and the soul,
  51. p. 26, line 23Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples on Paumanok's sands,
  52. p. 26, line 24Crossing the prairies, dwelling again in Chicago, dwelling in every town,
  53. p. 26, line 26Listening to orators and oratresses in public halls,
  54. p. 27, line 1Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river, yet in my house of adobie,
  55. p. 27, line 2Yet returning eastward, yet in the Seaside State or in Maryland,
  56. p. 27, line 22Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds and animals in the woods, syllabled to us for names,
  57. p. 28, line 9See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and landing,
  58. p. 28, line 10See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's hut, the flat-boat, the maize-leaf, the claim, the rude fence, and the backwoods village,
  59. p. 28, line 12See, pastures and forests in my poems—see, animals wild and tame—see, beyond the Kaw, countless herds of buffalo feeding on short curly grass,
  60. p. 28, line 13See, in my poems, cities, solid, vast, inland, with paved streets, with iron and stone edifices, ceaseless vehicles, and commerce,
  61. p. 28, line 18See, mechanics busy at their benches with tools—see from among them superior judges, philosophs, Presidents, emerge, drest in working dresses,
  62. p. 29, line 4O hand in hand—O wholesome pleasure—O one more desirer and lover!
  63. p. 29, line 13I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
  64. p. 29, line 15Creeds and schools in abeyance,
  65. p. 29, line 23It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
  66. p. 29, line 25I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
  67. p. 30, line 4The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
  68. p. 30, line 8The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
  69. p. 30, line 15You 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,
  70. p. 31, line 4Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams,
  71. p. 31, line 9Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.
  72. p. 31, line 22People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation,
  73. p. 32, line 11Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.
  74. p. 32, line 12Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders,
  75. p. 32, line 14I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you,
  76. p. 32, line 28And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
  77. p. 33, line 1And brown ants in the little wells beneath them,
  78. p. 33, line 8Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
  79. p. 33, line 11And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
  80. p. 35, line 1The little one sleeps in its cradle,
  81. p. 35, line 15What groans of over-fed or half-starv'd who fall sunstruck or in fits,
  82. p. 36, line 1Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt,
  83. p. 36, line 3In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,
  84. p. 36, line 9I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time;
  85. p. 36, line 11I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl,
  86. p. 36, line 13On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand,
  87. p. 36, line 18And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him,
  88. p. 36, line 24I had him sit next me at table, my fire-lock lean'd in the corner.
  89. p. 37, line 9You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
  90. p. 37, line 19The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market,
  91. p. 37, line 22Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.
  92. p. 37, line 26They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.
  93. p. 38, line 8In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing,
  94. p. 38, line 11Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?
  95. p. 38, line 12It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
  96. p. 38, line 15I believe in those wing'd purposes,
  97. p. 38, line 19And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me,
  98. p. 39, line 4I see in them and myself the same old law.
  99. p. 39, line 10I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out.
  100. p. 39, line 12Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns,
  101. p. 39, line 16The pure contralto sings in the organ loft,
  102. p. 39, line 20The mate stands braced in the whale-boat, lance and harpoon are ready,
  103. p. 39, line 26(He will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mother's bed-room;)
  104. p. 39, line 30What is removed drops horribly in a pail;
  105. p. 40, line 4The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race,
  106. p. 40, line 8As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them from his saddle,
  107. p. 40, line 9The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their partners, the dancers bow to each other,
  108. p. 40, line 10The youth lies awake in the cedar-roof'd garret and harks to the musical rain,
  109. p. 40, line 12The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemm'd cloth is offering moccasins and bead-bags for sale,
  110. p. 40, line 15The young sister holds out the skein while the elder sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots,
  111. p. 40, line 17The clean-hair'd Yankee girl works with her sewing-machine or in the factory or mill,
  112. p. 41, line 8The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold,
  113. p. 41, line 12In single file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers;
  114. p. 41, line 14Seasons pursuing each other the plougher ploughs, the mower mows, and the winter-grain falls in the ground;
  115. p. 41, line 15Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen surface,
  116. p. 41, line 19Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw,
  117. p. 41, line 21In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after their day's sport,
  118. p. 42, line 10A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin leggings, a Louisianian or Georgian,
  119. p. 42, line 12At home on Kanadian snow-shoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland,
  120. p. 42, line 13At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
  121. p. 42, line 14At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine, or the Texan ranch,
  122. p. 42, line 24And am not stuck up, and am in my place.
  123. p. 42, line 25(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place,
  124. p. 42, line 26The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place,
  125. p. 42, line 27The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.)
  126. p. 43, line 1These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,
  127. p. 43, line 10I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
  128. p. 43, line 14And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!
  129. p. 43, line 15And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
  130. p. 44, line 6This hour I tell things in confidence,
  131. p. 44, line 20In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less,
  132. p. 45, line 7If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
  133. p. 45, line 10And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years,
  134. p. 45, line 12My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite,
  135. p. 46, line 18Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse,
  136. p. 46, line 26Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.
  137. p. 46, line 28(Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?)
  138. p. 47, line 10What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such a wonder,
  139. p. 48, line 23Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung.
  140. p. 49, line 1I believe in the flesh and the appetites,
  141. p. 49, line 21Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!
  142. p. 50, line 11We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the day-break.
  143. p. 50, line 19Waiting in gloom, protected by frost,
  144. p. 50, line 23Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day.)
  145. p. 50, line 28I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face,
  146. p. 51, line 16I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears,
  147. p. 52, line 1Steep'd amid honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death,
  148. p. 52, line 4To be in any form, what is that?
  149. p. 52, line 6If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.
  150. p. 53, line 2You villain touch! what are you doing? my breath is tight in its throat,
  151. p. 53, line 10All truths wait in all things,
  152. p. 54, line 3And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
  153. p. 54, line 10In vain the speeding or shyness,
  154. p. 54, line 11In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach,
  155. p. 54, line 12In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones,
  156. p. 54, line 13In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes,
  157. p. 54, line 14In vain the ocean settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low,
  158. p. 54, line 15In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky,
  159. p. 54, line 16In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs,
  160. p. 54, line 17In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods,
  161. p. 54, line 18In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador,
  162. p. 54, line 19I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff.
  163. p. 54, line 23They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
  164. p. 54, line 29They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
  165. p. 55, line 7Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears,
  166. p. 55, line 17What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed,
  167. p. 55, line 19My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps,
  168. p. 55, line 22By the city's quadrangular houses—in log huts, camping with lumbermen,
  169. p. 55, line 24Weeding my onion-patch or hoeing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests,
  170. p. 55, line 29Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou,
  171. p. 56, line 2Over the growing sugar, over the yellow-flower'd cotton plant, over the rice in its low moist field,
  172. p. 56, line 6Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze;
  173. p. 56, line 8Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through the leaves of the brush,
  174. p. 56, line 10Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve, where the great goldbug drops through the dark,
  175. p. 56, line 13Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters;
  176. p. 56, line 16Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it myself and looking composedly down,)
  177. p. 56, line 17Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand,
  178. p. 57, line 6Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard, where the dry-stalks are scatter'd, where the brood-cow waits in the hovel,
  179. p. 57, line 13Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds,
  180. p. 57, line 14Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out,
  181. p. 58, line 1Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass,
  182. p. 58, line 3My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle;
  183. p. 58, line 6By the cot in the hospital reaching lemonade to a feverish patient,
  184. p. 58, line 10Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him,
  185. p. 58, line 11Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while,
  186. p. 58, line 16Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly,
  187. p. 59, line 1I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest,
  188. p. 59, line 4The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is plain in all directions,
  189. p. 59, line 5The white-topt mountains show in the distance, I fling out my fancies toward them,
  190. p. 59, line 6We are approaching some great battle-field in which we are soon to be engaged,
  191. p. 59, line 19And chalk'd in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, we will not desert you;
  192. p. 59, line 28The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat,
  193. p. 60, line 13Tumbling walls buried me in their debris,
  194. p. 60, line 17I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake,
  195. p. 61, line 5The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air.
  196. p. 61, line 8Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth,
  197. p. 61, line 12'Tis the tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and twelve young men.
  198. p. 61, line 13Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks,
  199. p. 61, line 14Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemy's, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance,
  200. p. 61, line 20Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters,
  201. p. 61, line 22The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer,
  202. p. 61, line 26A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together,
  203. p. 61, line 27The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers saw them there,
  204. p. 62, line 10Our foe was no skulk in his ship I tell you, (said he,)
  205. p. 62, line 19The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves.
  206. p. 63, line 1Only three guns are in use,
  207. p. 63, line 12Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us.
  208. p. 63, line 17Near by the corpse of the child that serv'd in the cabin,
  209. p. 63, line 25Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and fields by the shore, death-messages given in charge to survivors,
  210. p. 64, line 4In at the conquer'd doors they crowd! I am possess'd!
  211. p. 64, line 6See myself in prison shaped like another man,
  212. p. 64, line 9It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.
  213. p. 64, line 15Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them,
  214. p. 65, line 8The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years.
  215. p. 65, line 20They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers,
  216. p. 66, line 1And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
  217. p. 66, line 5You there, impotent, loose in the knees,
  218. p. 66, line 14And in my soul I swear I never will deny him.
  219. p. 66, line 29And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so.
  220. p. 67, line 9In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved,
  221. p. 67, line 14Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,
  222. p. 67, line 15Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,
  223. p. 67, line 22Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts bagg'd out at their waists,
  224. p. 67, line 25What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and not filling the square rod then,
  225. p. 68, line 3A call in the midst of the crowd,
  226. p. 68, line 21Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going,
  227. p. 68, line 27The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail'd coats,
  228. p. 69, line 4Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them.
  229. p. 69, line 11The well-taken photographs—but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?
  230. p. 69, line 12The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers?
  231. p. 69, line 13In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture—but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?
  232. p. 69, line 15The saints and sages in history—but you yourself?
  233. p. 69, line 23Making a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in the circle of obis,
  234. p. 69, line 25Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and austere in the woods a gymnosophist,
  235. p. 70, line 1To the mass kneeling or the puritan's prayer rising, or sitting patiently in a pew,
  236. p. 70, line 2Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till my spirit arouses me,
  237. p. 70, line 16But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.
  238. p. 70, line 20Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again,
  239. p. 70, line 22Nor him in the poor house tubercled by rum and the bad disorder,
  240. p. 70, line 24Nor the sacs merely floating with open mouths for food to slip in,
  241. p. 70, line 25Nor any thing in the earth, or down in the oldest graves of the earth,
  242. p. 71, line 1Nor any thing in the myriads of spheres, nor the myriads of myriads that inhabit them,
  243. p. 72, line 2For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings,
  244. p. 72, line 9Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.
  245. p. 72, line 15Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin,
  246. p. 73, line 5If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,
  247. p. 73, line 18No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
  248. p. 74, line 4And in due time you shall repay the same service to me,
  249. p. 74, line 7And 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 fill'd and satisfied then?
  250. p. 74, line 13But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.
  251. p. 74, line 19To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.
  252. p. 74, line 23The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right,
  253. p. 75, line 12Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins to be loosen'd.)
  254. p. 75, line 14And I swear I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her who privately stays with me in the open air.
  255. p. 75, line 22The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice,
  256. p. 75, line 23In vessels that sail my words sail, I go with fishermen and seamen and love them.
  257. p. 76, line 1My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket,
  258. p. 76, line 9And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud,
  259. p. 76, line 11And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times,
  260. p. 76, line 18I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
  261. p. 76, line 22In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,
  262. p. 76, line 23I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name,
  263. p. 77, line 14Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,
  264. p. 77, line 16Toss, sparkles of day and dusk—toss on the black stems that decay in the muck,
  265. p. 77, line 21There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.
  266. p. 77, line 25It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.
  267. p. 78, line 7Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
  268. p. 78, line 23I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
  269. p. 79, line 11The revolving cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again,
  270. p. 79, line 17Or in front, and I following her just the same.
  271. p. 80, line 13The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or motionless on his back lying and floating,
  272. p. 80, line 21Two hawks in the air, two fishes swimming in the sea not more lawless than we;)
  273. p. 81, line 5From exultation, victory and relief, from the bedfellow's embrace in the night,
  274. p. 81, line 27But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,
  275. p. 82, line 1It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
  276. p. 82, line 2It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him,
  277. p. 82, line 6The 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,
  278. 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,
  279. p. 82, line 8The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats, the horseman in his saddle,
  280. p. 82, line 9Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances,
  281. p. 82, line 11The female soothing a child, the farmer's daughter in the garden or cow-yard,
  282. p. 82, line 16The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps,
  283. p. 82, line 20Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen, count.
  284. p. 82, line 22And in them the fathers of sons, and in them the fathers of sons.
  285. p. 83, line 10You would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish to sit by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other.
  286. p. 83, line 12To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
  287. p. 83, line 15I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.
  288. p. 83, line 16There 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,
  289. p. 84, line 7Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh'd day.
  290. p. 84, line 13She is in her place and moves with perfect balance,
  291. p. 84, line 16As I see my soul reflected in Nature,
  292. p. 84, line 19The male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place,
  293. p. 84, line 21The flush of the known universe is in him,
  294. p. 85, line 4No matter who it is, it is sacred—is it the meanest one in the laborers' gang?
  295. p. 85, line 7Each has his or her place in the procession.
  296. p. 85, line 21In this head the all-baffling brain,
  297. p. 85, line 22In it and below it the makings of heroes.
  298. p. 85, line 23Examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in tendon and nerve,
  299. p. 86, line 4(Do you think they are not there because they are not express'd in parlors and lecture-rooms?)
  300. p. 86, line 5This is not only one man, this the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns,
  301. p. 86, line 6In him the start of populous states and rich republics,
  302. p. 86, line 15Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all over the earth?
  303. p. 86, line 18And in man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is more beautiful than the most beautiful face.
  304. p. 86, line 21O my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you,
  305. p. 87, line 19The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,
  306. p. 87, line 29The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out,
  307. p. 88, line 2The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones,
  308. p. 88, line 13These are contain'd in sex as parts of itself and justifications of itself.
  309. p. 88, line 21They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,
  310. p. 88, line 24They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm, clear, well-possess'd of themselves.
  311. p. 89, line 4Envelop'd in you sleep greater heroes and bards,
  312. p. 89, line 13In you I wrap a thousand onward years,
  313. p. 89, line 16The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,
  314. p. 89, line 25The same late in autumn, the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and light and dark green,
  315. p. 90, line 21The like of the same I feel, the like of the same in others,
  316. p. 91, line 2The merriment of the twin babes that crawl over the grass in the sun, the mother never turning her vigilant eyes from them,
  317. p. 91, line 13(What is this that frees me so in storms?
  318. p. 91, line 18O to be yielded to you whoever you are, and you to be yielded to me in defiance of the world!
  319. p. 92, line 3O something unprov'd! something in a trance!
  320. p. 92, line 18Return in peace to the ocean my love,
  321. p. 92, line 31Bathing myself, bathing my songs in Sex,
  322. p. 93, line 5We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks,
  323. p. 93, line 6We are oaks, we grow in the openings side by side,
  324. p. 93, line 8We are two fishes swimming in the sea together,
  325. p. 93, line 13We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey,
  326. p. 94, line 5I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men,
  327. p. 94, line 11I come forthwith in your midst, I will be your poet,
  328. p. 94, line 22I heard the perfect Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing;
  329. p. 95, line 12AS Adam early in the morning,
  330. p. 95, line 17IN paths untrodden,
  331. p. 95, line 18In the growth by margins of pond-waters,
  332. p. 95, line 23That the soul of the man I speak for rejoices in comrades,
  333. p. 96, line 1No longer abash'd, (for in this secluded spot I can respond as I would not dare elsewhere,)
  334. p. 96, line 6Afternoon this delicious Ninth-month in my forty-first year,
  335. p. 96, line 16O slender leaves! O blossoms of my blood! I permit you to tell in your own way of the heart that is under you,
  336. p. 96, line 28Do not fold yourself so in your pink-tinged roots timid leaves!
  337. p. 97, line 13That you hide in these shifting forms of life, for reasons, and that they are mainly for you,
  338. p. 97, line 20WHOEVER you are holding me now in hand,
  339. p. 98, line 3Or else by stealth in some wood for trial,
  340. p. 98, line 4Or back of a rock in the open air,
  341. p. 98, line 5(For in any roof'd room of a house I emerge not, nor in company,
  342. p. 98, line 6And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)
  343. p. 99, line 12THESE I singing in spring collect for lovers,
  344. p. 99, line 16Now along the pond-side, now wading in a little, fearing not the wet,
  345. p. 99, line 19Far, far in the forest, or sauntering later in summer, before I think where I go,
  346. p. 99, line 20Solitary, smelling the earthy smell, stopping now and then in the silence,
  347. p. 99, line 23They the spirits of dear friends dead or alive, thicker they come, a great crowd, and I in the middle,
  348. p. 100, line 1Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida as it hung trailing down,
  349. p. 100, line 3And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pond-side,
  350. p. 100, line 15Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself,
  351. p. 100, line 16Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs,
  352. p. 100, line 17Not in many an oath and promise broken,
  353. p. 100, line 18Not in my wilful and savage soul's volition,
  354. p. 100, line 19Not in the subtle nourishment of the air,
  355. p. 100, line 20Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and wrists,
  356. p. 100, line 21Not in the curious systole and diastole within which will one day cease,
  357. p. 100, line 22Not in many a hungry wish told to the skies only,
  358. p. 100, line 23Not in cries, laughter, defiances, thrown from me when alone far in the wilds,
  359. p. 100, line 24Not in husky pantings through clinch'd teeth,
  360. p. 100, line 25Not in sounded and resounded words, chattering words, echoes, dead words,
  361. p. 100, line 26Not in the murmurs of my dreams while I sleep,
  362. p. 100, line 28Nor in the limbs and senses of my body that take you and dismiss you continually—not there,
  363. p. 100, line 29Not in any or all of them O adhesiveness! O pulse of my life!
  364. p. 100, line 30Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs.
  365. p. 101, line 18A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,
  366. p. 102, line 17Whose happiest days were far away through fields, in woods, on hills, he and another wandering hand in hand, they twain apart from other men,
  367. p. 102, line 19WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow'd,
  368. p. 103, line 2When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light,
  369. p. 103, line 9For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night,
  370. p. 103, line 10In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me,
  371. p. 103, line 14Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
  372. p. 104, line 2Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees as the sun is risen,
  373. p. 104, line 4Frost-mellow'd berries and Third-month twigs offer'd fresh to young persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up,
  374. p. 104, line 10Not sea-waves hurry in and out,
  375. p. 104, line 14O none more than I hurrying in and out;
  376. p. 104, line 18Wafted in all directions O love, for friendship, for you.
  377. p. 105, line 4Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops.
  378. p. 105, line 6City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious,
  379. p. 105, line 9Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows with goods in them,
  380. p. 105, line 10Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my share in the soiree or feast;
  381. p. 105, line 18And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a kiss in return,
  382. p. 105, line 21I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
  383. p. 106, line 2And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,
  384. p. 106, line 6For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,
  385. 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,
  386. p. 106, line 20It seems to me there are other men in other lands yearning and thoughtful,
  387. p. 106, line 21It seems to me I can look over and behold them in Germany, Italy, France, Spain,
  388. p. 106, line 22Or far, far away, in China, or in Russia or Japan, talking other dialects,
  389. p. 106, line 23And it seems to me if I could know those men I should become attached to them as I do to men in my own lands,
  390. p. 107, line 3(What indeed have I in common with them? or what with the destruction of them?)
  391. p. 107, line 4Only I will establish in the Mannahatta and in every city of these States inland and seaboard,
  392. p. 107, line 5And in the fields and woods, and above every keel little or large that dents the water,
  393. p. 107, line 15Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and governors, as to say Who are you?
  394. p. 107, line 19Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house,
  395. p. 109, line 2Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
  396. p. 109, line 5There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
  397. p. 109, line 6A LEAF for hand in hand;
  398. p. 109, line 11I wish to infuse myself among you till I see it common for you to walk hand in hand.
  399. p. 109, line 15I now suspect there is something fierce in you eligible to burst forth,
  400. p. 109, line 17But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me eligible to burst forth,
  401. p. 109, line 18I dare not tell it in words, not even in these songs.
  402. p. 109, line 19I DREAM'D in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth,
  403. p. 109, line 22It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
  404. p. 109, line 23And in all their looks and words.
  405. p. 110, line 1WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
  406. p. 110, line 5But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends,
  407. p. 110, line 7While the one to depart tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.
  408. p. 110, line 11These with perfect trust to depict you as myself, the germs are in all men,
  409. p. 110, line 13Because I perceive it waits, and has been always waiting, latent in all men.
  410. p. 110, line 19Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins,
  411. p. 111, line 5I ascend, I float in the regions of your love O man,
  412. p. 111, line 13And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.
  413. p. 111, line 15As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
  414. p. 112, line 18What are the mountains call'd that rise so high in the mists?
  415. p. 112, line 21Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east—America is provided for in the west,
  416. p. 112, line 24Within me is the longest day, the sun wheels in slanting rings, it does not set for months,
  417. p. 112, line 25Stretch'd in due time within me the midnight sun just rises above the horizon and sinks again,
  418. p. 113, line 3I hear in the distance the sounds of children and of animals early in the day,
  419. p. 113, line 5I hear the Spanish dance with castanets in the chestnut shade, to the rebeck and guitar,
  420. p. 113, line 9I hear the locusts in Syria as they strike the grain and grass with the showers of their terrible clouds,
  421. p. 114, line 15The Japan waters, the beautiful bay of Nagasaki land-lock'd in its mountains,
  422. p. 114, line 20Some are in storms, some in the night with the watch on the lookout,
  423. p. 114, line 22I behold the sail and steamships of the world, some in clusters in port, some on their voyages,
  424. p. 115, line 6Others wait steam'd up ready to start in the ports of Australia,
  425. p. 115, line 10I see them in Great Britain, I see them in Europe,
  426. p. 115, line 11I see them in Asia and in Africa.
  427. p. 115, line 23I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated by avatars in human forms,
  428. p. 116, line 1I see Christ eating the bread of his last supper in the midst of youths and old persons,
  429. p. 116, line 4I see Kneph, blooming, drest in blue, with the crown of feathers on his head,
  430. p. 116, line 7I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.
  431. p. 117, line 7I see the seal-seeker in his boat poising his lance,
  432. p. 117, line 17I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw, or northward in Christiania or Stockholm, or in Siberian Irkutsk, or in some street in Iceland,
  433. p. 117, line 24I see the Kruman in his hut, and the Dahoman and Ashantee-man in their huts,
  434. p. 117, line 25I see the Turk smoking opium in Aleppo,
  435. p. 118, line 2I look on chisell'd histories, records of conquering kings, dynasties, cut in slabs of sand-stone, or on granite-blocks,
  436. p. 118, line 3I see at Memphis mummy-pits containing mummies embalm'd, swathed in linen cloth, lying there many centuries,
  437. p. 118, line 6I see all the prisoners in the prisons,
  438. p. 118, line 19You of the mighty Slavic tribes and empires! you Russ in Russia!
  439. p. 118, line 30You lithe matador in the arena at Seville!
  440. p. 119, line 2You beautiful-bodied Persian at full speed in the saddle shooting arrows to the mark!
  441. p. 119, line 5You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk to stand once on Syrian ground!
  442. p. 119, line 6You other Jews waiting in all lands for your Messiah!
  443. p. 119, line 11You Thibet trader on the wide inland or bargaining in the shops of Lassa!
  444. p. 119, line 12You Japanese man or woman! you liver in Madagascar, Ceylon, Sumatra, Borneo!
  445. p. 120, line 3You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul, Cairo!
  446. p. 120, line 7(You will come forward in due time to my side.)
  447. p. 120, line 8My spirit has pass'd in compassion and determination around the whole earth,
  448. p. 120, line 9I have look'd for equals and lovers and found them ready for me in all lands,
  449. p. 120, line 19Toward you all, in America's name,
  450. p. 120, line 21To remain after me in sight forever,
  451. p. 121, line 12I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)
  452. p. 121, line 24You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
  453. p. 121, line 25You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
  454. p. 122, line 9The picture alive, every part in its best light,
  455. p. 122, line 10The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
  456. p. 122, line 18I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all free poems also,
  457. p. 123, line 15It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
  458. p. 123, line 20Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
  459. p. 123, line 25Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.
  460. p. 123, line 27They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.
  461. p. 124, line 2Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him,
  462. p. 124, line 12These yearnings why are they? these thoughts in the darkness why are they?
  463. p. 125, line 26Only those may come who come in sweet and determin'd bodies,
  464. p. 127, line 3To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and nights they tend to,
  465. p. 127, line 4Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys,
  466. p. 128, line 2You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though you built it, or though it has been built for you.
  467. p. 128, line 11Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities, polite and bland in the parlors,
  468. p. 128, line 12In the cars of railroads, in steamboats, in the public assembly,
  469. p. 128, line 13Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bedroom, everywhere,
  470. p. 128, line 22Now understand me well—it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.
  471. p. 129, line 2Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn'd!
  472. p. 129, line 4Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.
  473. p. 129, line 12Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me!
  474. p. 129, line 14And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.
  475. p. 129, line 18The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on the walk in the street and the passage over the river,
  476. p. 130, line 15Watched the Twelfth-month sea-gulls, saw them high in the air floating with motionless wings, oscillating their bodies,
  477. p. 130, line 16Saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts of their bodies and left the rest in strong shadow,
  478. p. 130, line 18Saw the reflection of the summer sky in the water,
  479. p. 130, line 20Look'd at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the shape of my head in the sunlit water,
  480. p. 130, line 22Look'd on the vapor as it flew in fleeces tinged with violet,
  481. p. 130, line 26The sailors at work in the rigging or out astride the spars,
  482. p. 130, line 28The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in their pilot-houses,
  483. p. 131, line 3The scallop-edged waves in the twilight, the ladled cups, the frolicsome crests and glistening,
  484. p. 131, line 17I too walk'd the streets of Manhattan island, and bathed in the waters around it,
  485. p. 131, line 19In the day among crowds of people sometimes they came upon me,
  486. p. 131, line 20In my walks home late at night or as I lay in my bed they came upon me,
  487. p. 131, line 21I too had been struck from the float forever held in solution,
  488. p. 132, line 2My great thoughts as I supposed them, were they not in reality meagre?
  489. p. 132, line 9The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me,
  490. p. 132, line 15Saw many I loved in the street or ferry-boat or public assembly, yet never told them a word,
  491. p. 132, line 21What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you—I laid in my stores in advance,
  492. p. 132, line 28The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the belated lighter?
  493. p. 133, line 2What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
  494. p. 133, line 14Gaze, loving and thirsting eyes, in the house or street or public assembly!
  495. p. 133, line 18Consider, you who peruse me, whether I may not in unknown ways be looking upon you;
  496. p. 133, line 20Fly on, sea-birds! fly sideways, or wheel in large circles high in the air;
  497. p. 133, line 22Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my head, or any one's head, in the sunlit water!
  498. p. 134, line 11We fathom you not—we love you—there is perfection in you also,
  499. p. 134, line 15To the cities and farms I sing as they spread in the sunshine before me.
  500. 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,
  501. p. 134, line 22Him they accept, in him lave, in him perceive themselves as amid light,
  502. p. 135, line 6Nothing for any one but what is for him, near and far are for him, the ships in the offing,
  503. p. 135, line 8He puts things in their attitudes,
  504. p. 136, line 4And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field,
  505. p. 136, line 6He walks with perfect ease in the capitol,
  506. p. 136, line 16Whoever he looks at in the traveler's coffee-house claims him,
  507. p. 136, line 20The insulter, the prostitute, the angry person, the beggar, see themselves in the ways of him, he strangely transmutes them,
  508. p. 137, line 1Time, always without break, indicates itself in parts,
  509. p. 139, line 1On interior rivers by night in the glare of pine knots, steamboats wooding up,
  510. p. 139, line 3In their northerly wilds beasts of prey haunting the Adirondacks the hills, or lapping the Saginaw waters to drink,
  511. p. 139, line 4In a lonesome inlet a sheldrake lost from the flock, sitting on the water rocking silently,
  512. p. 139, line 5In farmers' barns oxen in the stable, their harvest labor done, they rest standing, they are too tired,
  513. p. 139, line 8White drift spooning ahead where the ship in the tempest dashes,
  514. p. 139, line 9On solid land what is done in cities as the bells strike midnight together,
  515. p. 139, line 10In primitive woods the sounds there also sounding, the howl of the wolf, the scream of the panther, and the hoarse bellow of the elk,
  516. p. 139, line 11In winter beneath the hard blue ice of Moosehead lake, in summer visible through the clear waters, the great trout swimming,
  517. p. 139, line 12In lower latitudes in warmer air in the Carolinas the large black buzzard floating slowly high beyond the tree tops,
  518. p. 139, line 20Deep in the forest in piney woods turpentine dropping from the incisions in the trees, there are the turpentine works,
  519. p. 140, line 1There are the negroes at work in good health, the ground in all directions is cover'd with pine straw;
  520. p. 140, line 2In Tennessee and Kentucky slaves busy in the coalings, at the forge, by the furnace-blaze, or at the corn-shucking,
  521. p. 140, line 3In Virginia, the planter's son returning after a long absence, joyfully welcom'd and kiss'd by the aged mulatto nurse,
  522. p. 140, line 4On rivers boatmen safely moor'd at nightfall in their boats under shelter of high banks,
  523. p. 140, line 6Late in the afternoon the mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing in the Great Dismal Swamp,
  524. p. 140, line 9Children at play, or on his father's lap a young boy fallen asleep, (how his lips move! how he smiles in his sleep!)
  525. p. 140, line 11California life, the miner, bearded, dress'd in his rude costume, the stanch California friendship, the sweet air, the graves one in passing meets solitary just aside the horse-path;
  526. p. 140, line 12Down in Texas the cotton-field, the negro-cabins, drivers driving mules or oxen before rude carts, cotton bales piled on banks and wharves;
  527. p. 140, line 14In arriere the peace-talk with the Iroquois the aborigines, the calumet, the pipe of good-will, arbitration, and indorsement,
  528. p. 140, line 21Me pleas'd, rambling in lanes and country fields, Paumanok's fields,
  529. p. 141, line 1Observing the spiral flight of two little yellow butterflies shuffling between each other, ascending high in the air,
  530. p. 141, line 2The darting swallow, the destroyer of insects, the fall traveler southward but returning northward early in the spring,
  531. p. 141, line 6Evening—me in my room—the setting sun,
  532. p. 141, line 7The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies, suspended, balancing in the air in the centre of the room, darting athwart, up and down, casting swift shadows in specks on the opposite wall where the shine is;
  533. p. 141, line 8The athletic American matron speaking in public to crowds of listeners,
  534. p. 141, line 12In space the sporades, the scatter'd islands, the stars—on the firm earth, the lands, my lands,
  535. p. 141, line 13O lands! all so dear to me—what you are, (whatever it is,) I putting it at random in these songs, become a part of that, whatever it is,
  536. p. 141, line 16Northward, on the sands, on some shallow bay of Paumanok, I with parties of snowy herons wading in the wet to seek worms and aquatic plants,
  537. p. 141, line 18The migrating flock of wild geese alighting in autumn to refresh themselves, the body of the flock feed, the sentinels outside move around with erect heads watching, and are from time to time reliev'd by other sentinels—and I feeding and taking turns with the rest,
  538. p. 142, line 1In Kanadian forests the moose, large as an ox, corner'd by hunters, rising desperately on his hind-feet, and plunging with his fore-feet, the hoofs as sharp as knives—and I, plunging at the hunters, corner'd and desperate,
  539. p. 142, line 2In the Mannahatta, streets, piers, shipping, store-houses, and the countless workmen working in the shops,
  540. p. 142, line 3And I too of the Mannahatta, singing thereof—and no less in myself than the whole of the Mannahatta in itself,
  541. p. 142, line 7These affording, in all their particulars, the old feuillage to me and to America, how can I do less than pass the clew of the union of them, to afford the like to you?
  542. p. 142, line 14O for the dropping of raindrops in a song!
  543. p. 142, line 15O for the sunshine and motion of waves in a song!
  544. p. 142, line 21To push with resistless way and speed off in the distance.
  545. p. 143, line 10O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.
  546. p. 143, line 11O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human soul is capable of generating and emitting in steady and limitless floods.
  547. p. 144, line 1In winter I take my eel-basket and eel-spear and travel out on foot on the ice—I have a small axe to cut holes in the ice,
  548. p. 144, line 2Behold me well-clothed going gayly or returning in the afternoon, my brood of tough boys accompanying me,
  549. p. 144, line 5Another time in warm weather out in a boat, to lift the lobster-pots where they are sunk with heavy stones, (I know the buoys,)
  550. p. 144, line 7I pull the wicker pots up slantingly, the dark green lobsters are desperate with their claws as I take them out, I insert wooden pegs in the joints of their pincers,
  551. p. 144, line 9There in a huge kettle of boiling water the lobsters shall be boil'd till their color becomes scarlet.
  552. p. 144, line 12Another time fishing for rock-fish in Chesapeake bay, I one of the brown-faced crew;
  553. p. 144, line 15In sight around me the quick veering and darting of fifty skiffs, my companions.
  554. p. 144, line 22Something unproved! something in a trance!
  555. p. 145, line 1O to work in mines, or forging iron,
  556. p. 145, line 6To behold his calmness—to be warm'd in the rays of his smile!
  557. p. 145, line 8To hear the crash of artillery—to see the glittering of the bayonets and musket-barrels in the sun!
  558. p. 145, line 16I leap in the lower'd boat, we row toward our prey where he lies,
  559. p. 145, line 19O swift again far out in the ocean the wounded whale, settling, running to windward, tows me,
  560. p. 145, line 21I see a lance driven through his side, press'd deep, turn'd in the wound,
  561. p. 145, line 23As he rises he spouts blood, I see him swim in circles narrower and narrower, swiftly cutting the water—I see him die,
  562. p. 145, line 24He gives one convulsive leap in the centre of the circle, and then falls flat and still in the bloody foam.
  563. p. 146, line 18To plough land in the fall for winter-sown crops,
  564. p. 146, line 19To plough land in the spring for maize,
  565. p. 146, line 20To train orchards, to graft the trees, to gather apples in the fall.
  566. p. 146, line 21O to bathe in the swimming-bath, or in a good place along shore,
  567. p. 148, line 6O to sail to sea in a ship!
  568. p. 149, line 16The thought of ships struck in the storm and put on their beam ends, and the cutting away of masts,
  569. p. 149, line 28The butcher in the slaughter-house, the hands aboard schooners and sloops, the raftsman, the pioneer,
  570. p. 150, line 1Lumbermen in their winter camp, daybreak in the woods, stripes of snow on the limbs of trees, the occasional snapping,
  571. p. 150, line 4The house-builder at work in cities or anywhere,
  572. p. 150, line 6The hoist-up of beams, the push of them in their places, laying them regular,
  573. p. 150, line 7Setting the studs by their tenons in the mortises according as they were prepared,
  574. p. 150, line 9Bending, standing, astride the beams, driving in pins, holding on by posts and braces,
  575. p. 150, line 14The huge storehouse carried up in the city well under way,
  576. p. 150, line 15The six framing-men, two in the middle and two at each end, carefully bearing on their shoulders a heavy stick for a cross-beam,
  577. p. 150, line 16The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right hands rapidly laying the long side-wall, two hundred feet from front to rear,
  578. p. 150, line 18The bricks one after another each laid so workmanlike in its place, and set with a knock of the trowel-handle,
  579. p. 150, line 20Spar-makers in the spar-yard, the swarming row of well-grown apprentices,
  580. p. 150, line 23The butter-color'd chips flying off in great flakes and slivers,
  581. p. 150, line 24The limber motion of brawny young arms and hips in easy costumes,
  582. p. 150, line 26The city fireman, the fire that suddenly bursts forth in the close-pack'd square,
  583. p. 151, line 2The strong command through the fire-trumpets, the falling in line, the rise and fall of the arms forcing the water,
  584. p. 151, line 9The one who clean-shapes the handle and sets it firmly in the socket;
  585. p. 151, line 14The antique European warrior with his axe in combat,
  586. p. 151, line 19The sack of an old city in its time,
  587. p. 151, line 20The bursting in of mercenaries and bigots tumultuously and disorderly,
  588. p. 151, line 22Goods freely rifled from houses and temples, screams of women in the gripe of brigands,
  589. p. 152, line 12If it be a few ragged huts it is still the greatest city in the whole world.
  590. p. 152, line 19Where the city stands that is belov'd by these, and loves them in return and understands them,
  591. p. 152, line 20Where no monuments exist to heroes but in the common words and deeds,
  592. p. 152, line 21Where thrift is in its place, and prudence is in its place,
  593. p. 153, line 4Where equanimity is illustrated in affairs,
  594. p. 153, line 6Where women walk in public processions in the streets the same as the men,
  595. p. 154, line 3Served in building the buildings that last longer than any,
  596. p. 154, line 5Served the mound-raiser on the Mississippi, served those whose relics remain in Central America,
  597. p. 154, line 6Served Albic temples in woods or on plains, with unhewn pillars and the druids,
  598. p. 154, line 17He stands mask'd, clothed in red, with huge legs and strong naked arms,
  599. p. 154, line 25I see those who in any land have died for the good cause,
  600. p. 155, line 19Long stately rows in avenues, hospitals for orphans or for the poor or sick,
  601. p. 155, line 24Dwellers in cabins among the Californian mountains or by the little lakes, or on the Columbia,
  602. p. 155, line 26Dwellers along the St. Lawrence, or north in Kanada, or down by the Yellowstone, dwellers on coasts and off coasts,
  603. p. 156, line 6Ship-yards and dry-docks along the Eastern and Western seas, and in many a bay and by-place,
  604. p. 156, line 12The coffin-shape for the dead to lie within in his shroud,
  605. p. 156, line 13The shape got out in posts, in the bedstead posts, in the posts of the bride's bed,
  606. p. 156, line 20The shape of the prisoner's place in the court-room, and of him or her seated in the place,
  607. p. 157, line 4The door passing the dissever'd friend flush'd and in haste,
  608. p. 159, line 5Silent the broken-lipp'd Sphynx in Egypt, silent all those century-baffling tombs,
  609. p. 159, line 20I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the illustrious emigré, (having it is true in her day, although the same, changed, journey'd considerable,)
  610. p. 160, line 1In liberty's name welcome immortal! clasp hands,
  611. p. 160, line 19As in a waking vision,
  612. p. 160, line 20E'en while I chant I see it rise, I scan and prophesy outside and in,
  613. p. 160, line 25Gladdening the sun and sky, enhued in cheerfulest hues,
  614. p. 161, line 1Here shall you trace in flowing operation,
  615. p. 161, line 2In every state of practical, busy movement, the rills of civilization,
  616. p. 161, line 4The cotton shall be pick'd almost in the very field,
  617. p. 161, line 10You shall mark in amazement the Hoe press whirling its cylinders, shedding the printed leaves steady and fast,
  618. p. 161, line 12In large calm halls, a stately museum shall teach you the infinite lessons of minerals,
  619. p. 161, line 13In another, woods, plants, vegetation shall be illustrated—in another animals, animal life and development.
  620. p. 161, line 25In your vast state vaster than all the old,
  621. p. 162, line 2Lifted, illumin'd, bathed in peace—elate, secure in peace.
  622. p. 162, line 6And in its stead speed industry's campaigns,
  623. p. 162, line 12Away with love-verses sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues, amours of idlers,
  624. p. 162, line 20To sing in songs how exercise and chemical life are never to be baffled,
  625. p. 163, line 20Rounded by thee in one—one common orbic language,
  626. p. 163, line 22And by the spells which ye vouchsafe to those your ministers in earnest,
  627. p. 163, line 27As in procession coming.
  628. p. 163, line 30See, where their white sails, bellying in the wind, speckle the green and blue,
  629. p. 163, line 31See, the steamers coming and going, steaming in or out of port,
  630. p. 164, line 1Behold, in Oregon, far in the north and west,
  631. p. 164, line 2Or in Maine, far in the north and east, thy cheerful axemen,
  632. p. 164, line 18The grapes that ripen on thy vines, the apples in thy orchards,
  633. p. 164, line 20The inexhaustible iron in thy mines.
  634. p. 165, line 1In other scenes than these have I observ'd thee flag,
  635. p. 165, line 2Not quite so trim and whole and freshly blooming in folds of stainless silk,
  636. p. 165, line 8For thy mere remnant grimed with dirt and smoke and sopp'd in blood,
  637. p. 165, line 11Now here and these and hence in peace, all thine O Flag!
  638. p. 165, line 18We own it all and several to-day indissoluble in thee;
  639. p. 165, line 19Think not our chant, our show, merely for products gross or lucre—it is for thee, the soul in thee, electric, spiritual!
  640. p. 165, line 20Our farms, inventions, crops, we own in thee! cities and States in thee!
  641. p. 165, line 21Our freedom all in thee! our very lives in thee!
  642. p. 165, line 26Voice of a mighty dying tree in the redwood forest dense.
  643. p. 166, line 6In the saline air from the sea in the Mendocino country,
  644. p. 166, line 9Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes, there in the redwood forest dense,
  645. p. 166, line 14But in my soul I plainly heard.
  646. p. 167, line 3For them we abdicate, in them ourselves ye forest kings!
  647. p. 167, line 4In them these skies and airs, these mountain peaks, Shasta, Nevadas,
  648. p. 167, line 6To be in them absorb'd, assimilated.
  649. p. 167, line 21You unseen moral essence of all the vast materials of America, (age upon age working in death the same as life,)
  650. p. 167, line 23You hidden national will lying in your abysms, conceal'd but ever alert,
  651. p. 168, line 8In the echo of teamsters' calls and the clinking chains, and the music of choppers' axes,
  652. p. 168, line 16In the Mendocino woods I caught.
  653. p. 168, line 20Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air, valleys and mountain cliffs,
  654. p. 168, line 25Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world,
  655. p. 169, line 1But more in you than these, lands of the Western shore,
  656. p. 169, line 3I see in you, certain to come, the promise of thousands of years, till now deferr'd,
  657. p. 169, line 6In man of you, more than your mountain peaks or stalwart trees imperial,
  658. p. 169, line 7In woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even vital air.
  659. p. 169, line 13In the labor of engines and trades and the labor of fields I find the developments,
  660. p. 170, line 1If you stand at work in a shop I stand as nigh as the nighest in the same shop,
  661. p. 170, line 7If you meet some stranger in the streets and love him or her, why I often meet strangers in the street and love them.
  662. p. 170, line 14Or from frivolity or impotence, or that you are no scholar and never saw your name in print,
  663. p. 170, line 15Do you give in that you are any less immortal?)
  664. p. 171, line 8It is not to be put in a book, it is not in this book,
  665. p. 171, line 11You may read in many languages, yet read nothing about it,
  666. p. 171, line 13Nothing in the reports from the State department or Treasury department, or in the daily papers or weekly papers,
  667. p. 171, line 14Or in the census or revenue returns, prices current, or any accounts of stock.
  668. p. 171, line 15The sun and stars that float in the open air,
  669. p. 171, line 20And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain contingency.
  670. p. 171, line 23The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders that fill each minute of time forever,
  671. p. 172, line 3Have you reckon'd that the landscape took substance and form that it might be painted in a picture?
  672. p. 172, line 7Or the stars to be put in constellations and named fancy names?
  673. p. 172, line 9Old institutions, these arts, libraries, legends, collections, and the practice handed along in manufactures, will we rate them so high?
  674. p. 172, line 14I am this day just as much in love with them as you,
  675. p. 172, line 15Then I am in love with You, and with all my fellows upon the earth.
  676. p. 172, line 20The sum of all known reverence I add up in you whoever you are,
  677. p. 172, line 21The President is there in the White House for you, it is not you who are here for him,
  678. p. 172, line 22The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you, not you here for them,
  679. p. 173, line 3Sculpture and monuments and any thing inscribed anywhere are tallied in you,
  680. p. 173, line 4The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the records reach is in you this hour, and myths and tales the same,
  681. p. 173, line 8(Did you think it was in the white or gray stone? or the lines of the arches and cornices?)
  682. p. 173, line 13Can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking-glass? is there nothing greater or more?
  683. p. 173, line 21Coal-mines and all that is down there, the lamps in the darkness, echoes, songs, what meditations, what vast native thoughts looking through smutch'd faces,
  684. p. 173, line 22Iron-works, forge-fires in the mountains or by river-banks, men around feeling the melt with huge crowbars, lumps of ore, the due combining of ore, limestone, coal,
  685. p. 174, line 15Beef on the butcher's stall, the slaughter-house of the butcher, the butcher in his killing-clothes,
  686. p. 175, line 2In that and them the heft of the heaviest—in that and them far more than you estimated, (and far less also,)
  687. p. 175, line 3In them realities for you and me, in them poems for you and me,
  688. p. 175, line 4In them, not yourself—you and your soul enclose all things, regardless of estimation,
  689. p. 175, line 5In them the development good—in them all themes, hints, possibilities.
  690. p. 175, line 10In things best known to you finding the best, or as good as the best,
  691. p. 175, line 11In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest,
  692. p. 175, line 12Happiness, knowledge, not in another place but this place, not for another hour but this hour,
  693. p. 175, line 13Man in the first you see or touch, always in friend, brother, nighest neighbor—woman in mother, sister, wife,
  694. p. 175, line 14The popular tastes and employments taking precedence in poems or anywhere,
  695. p. 175, line 22When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the night-watchman's daughter,
  696. p. 175, line 23When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly companions,
  697. p. 176, line 3No, those are not the words, the substantial words are in the ground and sea,
  698. p. 176, line 4They are in the air, they are in you.
  699. p. 176, line 8(In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped, natural, gay,
  700. p. 176, line 12Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air, soil, water, fire, know of my name?
  701. p. 176, line 19It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself from the jump,
  702. p. 177, line 7Will you rot your own fruit in yourself there?
  703. p. 177, line 29Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her eyes glance back from it,
  704. p. 178, line 2Duly the twenty-four appear in public every day,
  705. p. 178, line 9Every day in public appearing without fail, but never twice with the same companions.
  706. p. 178, line 23You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky,
  707. p. 179, line 15I swear I begin to see little or nothing in audible words,
  708. p. 180, line 11If they had not reference to you in especial what were they then?)
  709. p. 180, line 17It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come in use,
  710. p. 180, line 23You shall be fully glorified in them.
  711. p. 181, line 4In this broad earth of ours,
  712. p. 181, line 16In spiral routes by long detours,
  713. p. 182, line 3High in the purer, happier air.
  714. p. 182, line 31In Thy ensemble, whatever else withheld withhold not from us,
  715. p. 182, line 32Belief in plan of Thee enclosed in Time and Space,
  716. p. 183, line 6Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
  717. p. 184, line 10O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!
  718. p. 184, line 19Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,
  719. p. 184, line 30Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat,
  720. p. 185, line 6All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
  721. p. 185, line 18All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
  722. p. 185, line 23Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,
  723. p. 186, line 3Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
  724. p. 186, line 23None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you,
  725. p. 186, line 25I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself,
  726. p. 187, line 8What you have done returns already in mockeries,
  727. p. 187, line 9(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?)
  728. p. 187, line 16There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you,
  729. p. 187, line 17There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you,
  730. p. 187, line 18No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,
  731. p. 188, line 2Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain, passion, dissolution.
  732. p. 188, line 12Was not so sick from the blood in the gutters running, nor from the single corpses, nor those in heaps, nor those borne away in the tumbrils,
  733. p. 188, line 17Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?
  734. p. 188, line 19Here too the blaze, the grape-shot and the axe, in reserve, to fetch them out in case of need,
  735. p. 189, line 5For I guess there is latent music yet in France, floods of it,
  736. p. 189, line 9I will run transpose it in words, to justify it,
  737. p. 189, line 14And to hold our own in terrible positions on land and sea.
  738. p. 190, line 21I would bind in words retrospective some of your deeds and signs,
  739. p. 190, line 23I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the scaffold in Virginia,
  740. p. 191, line 1I would sing in my copious song your census returns of the States,
  741. p. 191, line 7There in the crowds stood I, and singled you out with attachment;)
  742. p. 191, line 11Nor the comet that came unannounced out of the north flaring in heaven,
  743. p. 191, line 14Then departed, dropt in the night, and was gone;)
  744. p. 192, line 19I have the idea of all, and am all and believe in all,
  745. p. 192, line 21(Have I forgotten any part? any thing in the past?
  746. p. 193, line 1In the name of these States and in your and my name, the Past,
  747. p. 193, line 2And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.
  748. p. 193, line 4And I know that both curiously conjoint in the present time,
  749. p. 193, line 10Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
  750. p. 193, line 13In the procession along with the nobles of Niphon, the errand-bearers,
  751. p. 193, line 14Bringing up the rear, hovering above, around, or in the ranks marching,
  752. p. 194, line 9Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the space between,
  753. p. 194, line 24Vast desolated cities, the gliding present, all of these and more are in the pageant-procession.
  754. p. 194, line 25Geography, the world, is in it,
  755. p. 195, line 15I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,
  756. p. 195, line 16I chant the new empire grander than any before, as in a vision it comes to me,
  757. p. 195, line 18I chant projected a thousand blooming cities yet in time on those groups of sea-islands,
  758. p. 195, line 20My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,
  759. p. 195, line 25You shall sit in the middle well-pois'd thousands and thousands of years,
  760. p. 197, line 1From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist,
  761. p. 197, line 14When the lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass was growing,
  762. p. 197, line 15Up this seashore in some briers,
  763. p. 197, line 36And thenceforward all summer in the sound of the sea,
  764. p. 197, line 37And at night under the full of the moon in calmer weather,
  765. p. 198, line 19The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing,
  766. p. 198, line 33What is that little black thing I see there in the white?
  767. p. 199, line 5What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?
  768. p. 200, line 3O darkness! O in vain!
  769. p. 200, line 5O brown halo in the sky near the moon, drooping upon the sea!
  770. p. 200, line 6O troubled reflection in the sea!
  771. p. 200, line 10In the air, in the woods, over fields,
  772. p. 200, line 21The love in the heart long pent, now loose, now at last tumultuously bursting,
  773. p. 200, line 31Now in a moment I know what I am for, I awake,
  774. p. 201, line 5Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there in the night,
  775. p. 201, line 9O give me the clew! (it lurks in the night here somewhere,)
  776. p. 201, line 27That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's gray beach,
  777. p. 201, line 33(Or like some old crone rocking the cradle, swathed in sweet garments, bending aside,)
  778. p. 202, line 6I musing late in the autumn day, gazing off southward,
  779. p. 202, line 8Was seiz'd by the spirit that trails in the lines underfoot,
  780. p. 202, line 20As I inhale the impalpable breezes that set in upon me,
  781. p. 202, line 31Pointing in silence to these songs, and then to the sand beneath.
  782. p. 203, line 2Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me,
  783. p. 204, line 12Whoever you are, we too lie in drifts at your feet.
  784. p. 204, line 14In the night, in solitude, tears,
  785. p. 204, line 15On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand,
  786. p. 204, line 18O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears?
  787. p. 204, line 30Now a blue point, far, far in heaven floating,
  788. p. 205, line 13In them, in thy experiences, had'st thou my soul,
  789. p. 206, line 1While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
  790. p. 206, line 3Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
  791. p. 206, line 14They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
  792. p. 207, line 6Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those ocean-depths, breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do,
  793. p. 207, line 16All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
  794. p. 208, line 1Of unnamed heroes in the ships—of waves spreading and spreading far as the eye can reach,
  795. p. 208, line 8Thou sea that pickest and cullest the race in time, and unitest nations,
  796. p. 208, line 26Out in the shadows there milk-white combs careering,
  797. p. 208, line 30(That in the distance! is that a wreck? is the red signal flaring?)
  798. p. 209, line 9Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship,
  799. p. 209, line 14Larger and smaller waves in the spread of the ocean yearnfully flowing,
  800. p. 209, line 17Following the stately and rapid ship, in the wake following.
  801. p. 209, line 18TO get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early,
  802. p. 210, line 9Arms in slings—old men leaning on young men's shoulders.
  803. p. 211, line 10Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan—you are a made man from this day,
  804. p. 211, line 21For court thieving in its manifold mean forms, worming from his simplicity the poor man's wages,
  805. p. 211, line 22For many a promise sworn by royal lips and broken and laugh'd at in the breaking,
  806. p. 212, line 1Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike revenge, or the heads of the nobles fall;
  807. p. 212, line 4Each comes in state with his train, hangman, priest, tax-gatherer,
  808. p. 212, line 7Vague as the night, draped interminably, head, front and form, in scarlet folds,
  809. p. 212, line 11Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves, bloody corpses of young men,
  810. p. 212, line 17They live in other young men O kings!
  811. p. 212, line 18They live in brothers again ready to defy you,
  812. p. 212, line 20Not a grave of the murder'd for freedom but grows seed for freedom, in its turn to bear seed,
  813. p. 213, line 11Such from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence,
  814. p. 213, line 18Complete in body and dilate in spirit,
  815. p. 214, line 6Such-like, and as good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my arm and half enclose with my hand,
  816. p. 214, line 9Of vista—suppose some sight in arriere through the formative chaos, presuming the growth, fulness, life, now attain'd on the journey,
  817. p. 214, line 11Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become supplied—and of what will yet be supplied,
  818. p. 214, line 12Because all I see and know I believe to have its main purport in what will yet be supplied.
  819. p. 214, line 14When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
  820. p. 214, line 16When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
  821. p. 214, line 19In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
  822. p. 214, line 20Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
  823. p. 215, line 16I see in low life the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate,
  824. p. 216, line 10Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
  825. p. 216, line 11The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
  826. p. 216, line 14In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling,
  827. p. 216, line 16A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
  828. p. 216, line 19Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality,
  829. p. 217, line 2I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his statements,
  830. p. 217, line 13As I stand aloof and look there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men following the lead of those who do not believe in men.
  831. p. 218, line 11I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great sea.
  832. p. 218, line 12LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?
  833. p. 218, line 13Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
  834. p. 219, line 1Who are they as bats and night-dogs askant in the capitol?
  835. p. 219, line 8Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city,
  836. p. 219, line 12O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis! O truer than steel!)
  837. p. 219, line 14How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard in their stead,
  838. p. 219, line 17Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading,
  839. p. 220, line 4The young men falling in and arming,
  840. p. 220, line 7The driver deserting his wagon in the street, jumping down, throwing the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs,
  841. p. 220, line 12The white tents cluster in camps, the arm'd sentries around, the sunrise cannon and again at sunset,
  842. p. 220, line 27The women volunteering for nurses, the work begun for in earnest, no mere parade now;
  843. p. 221, line 4It's O for a manly life in the camp.
  844. p. 221, line 8Put in something now besides powder and wadding.)
  845. p. 221, line 11Often in peace and wealth you were pensive or covertly frown'd amid all your children,
  846. p. 221, line 16But as a strong man erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, carrying a rifle on your shoulder,
  847. p. 221, line 17With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands, with a knife in the belt at your side,
  848. p. 221, line 20Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you as one of the workmen, the dwellers in Manhattan,
  849. p. 221, line 23Or down from the great lakes or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river,
  850. p. 221, line 25Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs clothed in blue, bearing weapons, robust year,
  851. p. 222, line 12Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets;
  852. p. 222, line 13Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,
  853. p. 222, line 16Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
  854. p. 223, line 1To Kanada till I absorb Kanada in myself, to Michigan then,
  855. p. 223, line 13Low on the ground and high in the air,
  856. p. 223, line 15In the upward air where their eyes turn,
  857. p. 223, line 19My song is there in the open air, and I must sing,
  858. p. 223, line 21I'll weave the chord and twine in,
  859. p. 223, line 22Man's desire and babe's desire, I'll twine them in, I'll put in life,
  860. p. 224, line 2To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play with the measureless light.
  861. p. 224, line 3Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
  862. p. 224, line 5Nothing my babe you see in the sky,
  863. p. 224, line 7Look at these dazzling things in the houses, and see you the money-shops opening,
  864. p. 224, line 12On floats the sea in distant blue careering through its channels,
  865. p. 224, line 13On floats the wind over the breast of the sea setting in toward land,
  866. p. 224, line 21Which babbles in brooks and scoots in showers on the land,
  867. p. 224, line 22Which the birds know in the woods mornings and evenings,
  868. p. 225, line 9Only flapping in the wind?
  869. p. 225, line 17I see numberless farms, I see the farmers working in their fields or barns,
  870. p. 225, line 21I see far in the West the immense area of grain, I dwell awhile hovering,
  871. p. 225, line 25See forts on the shores of harbors, see ships sailing in and out;
  872. p. 226, line 8Nor market nor depot we, nor money-bank in the city,
  873. p. 226, line 12Bays and channels and ships sailing in and out are ours—while we over all,
  874. p. 226, line 14The forty millions of people,—O bard! in life and death supreme,
  875. p. 226, line 26Forward to stand in front of wars—and O, such wars!—what have you to do with them?
  876. p. 226, line 29Put in all, aye all will I, sword-shaped pennant for war,
  877. p. 227, line 3And the black ships fighting on the sea envelop'd in smoke,
  878. p. 227, line 10Pour in! whelm that which asks, which sings, with all and the yield of all,
  879. p. 227, line 14Croaking like crows here in the wind.
  880. p. 228, line 13Flapping up there in the wind.
  881. p. 229, line 23In a lull of the deafening confusion.)
  882. p. 229, line 27My soul prepared in the mountains absorbs your immortal strong nutriment,
  883. p. 230, line 15(Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,)
  884. p. 230, line 20Drest in blue, bearing their trusty rifles on their shoulders.
  885. p. 231, line 4City whose gleeful tides continually rush or recede, whirling in and out with eddies and foam!
  886. p. 231, line 13In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine,
  887. p. 232, line 5You to speak in your turn, and I to listen and tell.
  888. p. 232, line 10Over hills, across lowlands, and in the skirts of woods,
  889. p. 232, line 11And along the shores, in mire (now fill'd over) came again and suddenly raged,
  890. p. 232, line 13But a battle which I took part in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it,
  891. p. 232, line 21Here we lay encamp'd, it was this time in summer also.
  892. p. 232, line 24By his staff surrounded the General stood in the middle, he held up his unsheath'd sword,
  893. p. 232, line 25It glitter'd in the sun in full sight of the army.
  894. p. 233, line 2But one brigade early in the forenoon order'd forward to engage the red-coats,
  895. p. 233, line 7Rais'd in Virginia and Maryland, and most of them known personally to the General.
  896. p. 233, line 10The British advancing, rounding in from the east, fiercely playing their guns,
  897. p. 233, line 14Then drew close together, very compact, their flag flying in the middle,
  898. p. 233, line 17I saw the moisture gather in drops on the face of the General.
  899. p. 233, line 18I saw how he wrung his hands in anguish.
  900. p. 233, line 21We fought the fight in detachments,
  901. p. 233, line 22Sallying forth we fought at several points, but in each the luck was against us,
  902. p. 233, line 26Few return'd, nearly all remain in Brooklyn.
  903. p. 234, line 2No women looking on nor sunshine to bask in, it did not conclude with applause,
  904. p. 234, line 4But in darkness in mist on the ground under a chill rain,
  905. p. 234, line 18As he stood in his boat and look'd toward the coming sun,
  906. p. 234, line 25As resolute in defeat as other generals in their proudest triumphs?
  907. p. 235, line 5Baptized that day in many a young man's bloody wounds,
  908. p. 235, line 6In death, defeat, and sisters', mothers' tears.
  909. p. 235, line 8In the midst of you stands an encampment very old,
  910. p. 235, line 10A LINE in long array where they wind betwixt green islands,
  911. p. 235, line 11They take a serpentine course, their arms flash in the sun—hark to the musical clank,
  912. p. 235, line 12Behold the silvery river, in it the splashing horses loitering stop to drink,
  913. p. 235, line 16The guidon flags flutter gayly in the wind.
  914. p. 235, line 19Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high,
  915. p. 236, line 1WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance,
  916. p. 236, line 5In columns rise and fall to the undulations of the ground,
  917. p. 236, line 14While wind in procession thoughts, O tender and wondrous thoughts,
  918. p. 236, line 22Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind,
  919. p. 236, line 23Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellis'd vines,
  920. p. 237, line 3Down in the fields all prospers well,
  921. p. 237, line 12Sentences broken, gunshot wound in the breast, cavalry skirmish, taken to hospital,
  922. p. 237, line 16Sickly white in the face and dull in the head, very faint,
  923. p. 237, line 25She with thin form presently drest in black,
  924. p. 237, line 27In the midnight waking, weeping, longing with one deep longing,
  925. p. 238, line 5Then onward I sped in the battle, the even-contested battle,
  926. p. 238, line 6Till late in the night reliev'd to the place at last again I made my way,
  927. p. 238, line 7Found you in death so cold dear comrade, found your body son of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)
  928. p. 238, line 8Bared your face in the starlight, curious the scene, cool blew the moderate night-wind,
  929. p. 238, line 9Long there and then in vigil I stood, dimly around me the battle-field spreading,
  930. p. 238, line 10Vigil wondrous and vigil sweet there in the fragrant silent night,
  931. p. 238, line 12Then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my chin in my hands,
  932. p. 238, line 19My comrade I wrapt in his blanket, envelop'd well his form,
  933. p. 238, line 21And there and then and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited,
  934. p. 238, line 25I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
  935. p. 239, line 1A MARCH in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown,
  936. p. 239, line 2A route through a heavy wood with muffled steps in the darkness,
  937. p. 239, line 5We come to an open space in the woods, and halt by the dim-lighted building,
  938. p. 239, line 10By these, crowds, groups of forms vaguely I see on the floor, some in the pews laid down,
  939. p. 239, line 11At my feet more distinctly a soldier, a mere lad, in danger of bleeding to death, (he is shot in the abdomen,)
  940. p. 239, line 14Faces, varieties, postures beyond description, most in obscurity, some of them dead,
  941. p. 239, line 17Some on the bare ground, some on planks or stretchers, some in the death-spasm sweating,
  942. p. 239, line 21Then hear outside the orders given, Fall in, my men, fall in;
  943. p. 239, line 24Resuming, marching, ever in darkness marching, on in the ranks,
  944. p. 240, line 1A SIGHT in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
  945. p. 240, line 3As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent,
  946. p. 241, line 1Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone, or in the crowded street,
  947. p. 241, line 2Comes before me the unknown soldier's grave, comes the inscription rude in Virginia's woods,
  948. p. 241, line 16Years looking backward resuming in answer to children,
  949. p. 242, line 9In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the rush of successful charge,
  950. p. 242, line 13But in silence, in dreams' projections,
  951. p. 242, line 20Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in,
  952. p. 243, line 8In mercy come quickly.)
  953. p. 243, line 14I dress a wound in the side, deep, deep,
  954. p. 243, line 21The fractur'd thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen,
  955. p. 243, line 22These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my breast a fire, a burning flame.)
  956. p. 243, line 23Thus in silence in dreams' projections,
  957. p. 244, line 21These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,
  958. p. 245, line 15(The soldiers in companies or regiments—some starting away, flush'd and reckless,
  959. p. 246, line 18(In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell,
  960. p. 246, line 25In the eastern sky up-buoying,
  961. p. 246, line 28In heaven brighter growing.)
  962. p. 247, line 14It shall be customary in the houses and streets to see manly affection,
  963. p. 247, line 24(Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,)
  964. p. 247, line 25His small force was now completely hemm'd in, in his works,
  965. p. 248, line 6There in the room as I wake from sleep this vision presses upon me;
  966. p. 248, line 7The engagement opens there and then in fantasy unreal,
  967. p. 248, line 12All the scenes at the batteries rise in detail before me again,
  968. p. 248, line 13The crashing and smoking, the pride of the men in their pieces,
  969. p. 248, line 22And ever the sound of the cannon far or near, (rousing even in dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my soul,)
  970. p. 249, line 3With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my vision I hear or see,)
  971. p. 249, line 4And bombs bursting in air, and at night the vari-color'd rockets.
  972. p. 249, line 22Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant,
  973. p. 249, line 23In the learn'd coterie sitting constrain'd and still, for learning inures not to me,
  974. p. 249, line 26And at intervals waiting or in the midst of camp,
  975. p. 250, line 21Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost,
  976. p. 251, line 2I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near,
  977. p. 251, line 3Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
  978. p. 251, line 8How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the ranks, and to you,
  979. p. 251, line 15AS I lay with my head in your lap camerado,
  980. p. 252, line 24Flauntest now unharm'd in immortal soundness and bloom—lo, in these hours supreme,
  981. p. 253, line 11As those slanted bayonets, whole forests of them appearing in the distance, approach and pass on, returning homeward,
  982. p. 253, line 18Let them identify you to the future in these songs.
  983. p. 254, line 21In the freshness the forenoon air, in the far-stretching circuits and vistas again to peace restored,
  984. p. 254, line 25To the rocks I calling sing, and all the trees in the woods,
  985. p. 255, line 2And responding they answer all, (but not in words,)
  986. p. 255, line 7WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
  987. p. 255, line 8And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
  988. p. 255, line 11Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
  989. p. 255, line 18In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,
  990. p. 256, line 1With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
  991. p. 256, line 4In the swamp in secluded recesses,
  992. p. 256, line 14Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the endless grass,
  993. p. 256, line 15Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen,
  994. p. 256, line 16Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards,
  995. p. 256, line 17Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
  996. p. 256, line 21With the pomp of the inloop'd flags with the cities draped in black,
  997. p. 257, line 15As I walk'd in silence the transparent shadowy night,
  998. p. 257, line 20As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night,
  999. p. 257, line 21As I watch'd where you pass'd and was lost in the netherward black of the night,
  1000. p. 257, line 22As my soul in its trouble dissatisfied sank, as where you sad orb,
  1001. p. 257, line 23Concluded, dropt in the night, and was gone.
  1002. p. 257, line 24Sing on there in the swamp,
  1003. p. 258, line 15In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river, with a wind-dapple here and there,
  1004. p. 258, line 21The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light, Ohio's shores and flashing Missouri,
  1005. p. 259, line 13Now while I sat in the day and look'd forth,
  1006. p. 259, line 14In the close of the day with its light and the fields of spring, and the farmers preparing their crops,
  1007. p. 259, line 15In the large unconscious scenery of my land with its lakes and forests,
  1008. p. 259, line 16In the heavenly aerial beauty, (after the perturb'd winds and the storms,)
  1009. p. 260, line 1And I in the middle as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions,
  1010. p. 260, line 3Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness,
  1011. p. 260, line 12As I held as if by their hands my comrades in the night,
  1012. p. 260, line 16In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
  1013. p. 260, line 28Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee,
  1014. p. 260, line 29Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
  1015. p. 261, line 1The night in silence under many a star,
  1016. p. 261, line 12Loud in the pines and cedars dim,
  1017. p. 261, line 13Clear in the freshness moist and the swamp-perfume,
  1018. p. 261, line 14And I with my comrades there in the night.
  1019. p. 261, line 15While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,
  1020. p. 261, line 18I saw as in noiseless dreams hundreds of battle-flags,
  1021. p. 261, line 21And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)
  1022. p. 262, line 6As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,
  1023. p. 262, line 8I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.
  1024. p. 262, line 10From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee,
  1025. p. 262, line 11O comrade lustrous with silver face in the night.
  1026. p. 262, line 14And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul,
  1027. p. 262, line 17Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well,
  1028. p. 262, line 20There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.
  1029. p. 263, line 10From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
  1030. p. 263, line 22But sing poet in our name,
  1031. p. 263, line 23Sing of the love we bore him—because you, dweller in camps, know it truly.
  1032. p. 263, line 29Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,
  1033. p. 264, line 11I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my own forms.
  1034. p. 264, line 12A breed whose proof is in time and deeds,
  1035. p. 264, line 15We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves,
  1036. p. 264, line 16We are executive in ourselves, we are sufficient in the variety of ourselves,
  1037. p. 264, line 17We are the most beautiful to ourselves and in ourselves,
  1038. p. 264, line 18We stand self-pois'd in the middle, branching thence over the world,
  1039. p. 264, line 21Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are beautiful or sinful in ourselves only.
  1040. p. 265, line 12Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?
  1041. p. 266, line 4Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was fittest for its days,
  1042. p. 266, line 12Here is what moves in magnificent masses careless of particulars,
  1043. p. 266, line 23Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him,
  1044. p. 266, line 24Making its rivers, lakes, bays, embouchure in him,
  1045. p. 266, line 25Mississippi with yearly freshets and changing chutes, Columbia, Niagara, Hudson, spending themselves lovingly in him,
  1046. p. 267, line 2Tangles as tangled in him as any canebrake or swamp,
  1047. p. 267, line 17Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships, the gait they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors,
  1048. p. 267, line 20The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their curiosity, good temper and open-handedness, the whole composite make,
  1049. p. 268, line 19O days of the future I believe in you—I isolate myself for your sake,
  1050. p. 269, line 3That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, as the hold of the limbs of the body or the fibres of plants.
  1051. p. 269, line 8Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?)
  1052. p. 269, line 10Not in him but off from him things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of their full returns,
  1053. p. 269, line 11Nothing out of its place is good, nothing in its place is bad,
  1054. p. 269, line 16In peace out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich, thrifty, building populous towns, encouraging agriculture, arts, commerce, lighting the study of man, the soul, health, immortality, government,
  1055. p. 269, line 17In war he is the best backer of the war, he fetches artillery as good as the engineer's, he can make every word he speaks draw blood,
  1056. p. 269, line 23In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent,
  1057. p. 270, line 2He sees eternity in men and women, he does not see men and women as dreams or dots.
  1058. p. 270, line 4For that, the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders,
  1059. p. 270, line 7They live in the feelings of young men and the best women,
  1060. p. 270, line 16I stand again in leaden rain your flapping folds saluting,
  1061. p. 270, line 22Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you,
  1062. p. 270, line 24Are you he who would assume a place to teach or be a poet here in the States?
  1063. p. 271, line 18Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some ship?
  1064. p. 271, line 19Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness?—is the good old cause in it?
  1065. p. 271, line 23Does it sound with trumpet-voice the proud victory of the Union in that secession war?
  1066. p. 271, line 25Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face?
  1067. p. 272, line 2Does it see behind the apparent custodians the real custodians standing, menacing, silent, the mechanics, Manhattanese, Western men, Southerners, significant alike in their apathy, and in the promptness of their love?
  1068. p. 272, line 12If its poets appear it will in due time advance to meet them, there is no fear of mistake,
  1069. p. 272, line 14He masters whose spirit masters, he tastes sweetest who results sweetest in the long run,
  1070. p. 272, line 16In the need of songs, philosophy, an appropriate native grand-opera, shipcraft, any craft,
  1071. p. 273, line 9Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by trees, stars, rivers,
  1072. p. 274, line 1(Mother! with subtle sense severe, with the naked sword in your hand,
  1073. p. 274, line 10I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself,
  1074. p. 275, line 7I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
  1075. p. 275, line 11I saw you serenely give birth to immortal children, saw in dreams your dilating form,
  1076. p. 275, line 21Copious as you are I absorb you all in myself, and become the master myself,
  1077. p. 276, line 21LET that which stood in front go behind,
  1078. p. 276, line 25Let a man seek pleasure everywhere except in himself,
  1079. p. 276, line 26Let a woman seek happiness everywhere except in herself.
  1080. p. 277, line 2Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,
  1081. p. 277, line 10Some half-hid in Oregon, or away southward in Texas,
  1082. p. 277, line 11Some in the north finding their way to Erie, Niagara, Ottawa,
  1083. p. 277, line 13In you whoe'er you are my book perusing,
  1084. p. 277, line 14In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing,
  1085. p. 278, line 27Thou art all over set in births and joys!
  1086. p. 279, line 4Thou, bathed, choked, swimming in plenty,
  1087. p. 279, line 6Thou Prairie Dame that sittest in the middle and lookest out upon thy world, and lookest East and lookest West,
  1088. p. 279, line 11In the midst of the conflict, the heroes, I stood,
  1089. p. 279, line 15Nor the regiments hastily coming up deploying in line of battle;
  1090. p. 279, line 23For an army heaves in sight, O another gathering army,
  1091. p. 280, line 4Ah the dead to me mar not, they fit well in Nature,
  1092. p. 280, line 5They fit very well in the landscape under the trees and grass,
  1093. p. 280, line 6And along the edge of the sky in the horizon's far margin.
  1094. p. 280, line 8Nor in winter or summer my lost ones,
  1095. p. 280, line 9But most in the open air as now when my soul is rapt and at peace, like pleasing phantoms,
  1096. p. 280, line 16Streaming northward, their work done, camping awhile in clusters of mighty camps.
  1097. p. 281, line 8I see well-wielded in their hands the better weapons.
  1098. p. 281, line 28Beholdest moving in every direction imbued as with life the revolving hay-rakes,
  1099. p. 282, line 4Yet but for thee O Powerful, not a scythe might swing as now in security,
  1100. p. 282, line 5Not a maize-stalk dangle as now its silken tassels in peace.
  1101. p. 282, line 8Harvest the maize of Missouri, Kentucky, Tennessee, each ear in its light-green sheath,
  1102. p. 282, line 9Gather the hay to its myriad mows in the odorous tranquil barns,
  1103. p. 282, line 11Gather the cotton in Mississippi or Alabama, dig and hoard the golden the sweet potato of Georgia and the Carolinas,
  1104. p. 282, line 13Cut the flax in the Middle States, or hemp or tobacco in the Borders,
  1105. p. 282, line 15Or aught that ripens in all these States or North or South,
  1106. p. 283, line 11His own parents, he that had father'd him and she that had conceiv'd him in her womb and birth'd him,
  1107. p. 283, line 22Men and women crowding fast in the streets, if they are not flashes and specks what are they?
  1108. p. 283, line 23The streets themselves and the façades of houses, and goods in the windows,
  1109. p. 284, line 4The strata of color'd clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in,
  1110. p. 284, line 16O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white hair so dishevel'd,
  1111. p. 284, line 17For know you the one you mourn is not in that grave,
  1112. p. 284, line 19The Lord is not dead, he is risen again young and strong in another country,
  1113. p. 284, line 24Moves to-day in a new country.
  1114. p. 286, line 8The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the garden,
  1115. p. 286, line 17Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk, the lilacs bloom in the dooryards,
  1116. p. 286, line 23That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited themselves in it,
  1117. p. 287, line 12What we believe in waits latent forever through all the continents,
  1118. p. 287, line 13Invites no one, promises nothing, sits in calmness and light, is positive and composed, knows no discouragement,
  1119. p. 287, line 24The great speakers and writers are exiled, they lie sick in distant lands,
  1120. p. 288, line 10But I will search carefully for it even in being foil'd,
  1121. p. 288, line 11In defeat, poverty, misconception, imprisonment—for they too are great.
  1122. p. 289, line 5Some in tents, herdsmen, patriarchs, tribes, horsemen,
  1123. p. 289, line 13In exact proportion to what he or she grew from in life, and out of what he or she did, felt, became, loved, sinn'd, in life.
  1124. p. 289, line 16I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen world, counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world,
  1125. p. 290, line 2Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day, month, any part of the direct lifetime, or the hour of death,
  1126. p. 290, line 11In the unshakable order of the universe and through the whole scope of it forever.
  1127. p. 290, line 22All honest men baffled in strifes recorded or unrecorded,
  1128. p. 291, line 22That he who never peril'd his life, but retains it to old age in riches and ease, has probably achiev'd nothing for himself worth mentioning,
  1129. p. 291, line 26Who in his spirit in any emergency whatever neither hurries nor avoids death.
  1130. p. 292, line 5Pouring in floods of melody in tones so pensive sweet and strong the like whereof was never heard,
  1131. p. 292, line 8The sun was low in the west one winter day,
  1132. p. 292, line 11Gather'd to Sunday church in prison walls, the keepers round,
  1133. p. 292, line 16In voice surpassing all, sang forth a quaint old hymn.
  1134. p. 292, line 26The ruthless body dragg'd me in;
  1135. p. 293, line 9While her gown touch'd them rustling in the silence,
  1136. p. 293, line 10She vanish'd with her children in the dusk.
  1137. p. 293, line 16The mother's voice in lullaby, the sister's care, the happy childhood,
  1138. p. 293, line 18A wondrous minute then—but after in the solitary night, to many, many there,
  1139. p. 293, line 19Years after, even in the hour of death, the sad refrain, the tune, the voice, the words,
  1140. p. 293, line 21The wailing melody again, the singer in the prison sings,
  1141. p. 293, line 24WARBLE me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,)
  1142. p. 293, line 27Put in April and May, the hylas croaking in the ponds, the elastic air,
  1143. p. 294, line 3Shimmer of waters with fish in them, the cerulean above,
  1144. p. 294, line 10For spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it and from it?
  1145. p. 294, line 14O to escape, to sail forth as in a ship!
  1146. p. 294, line 15To glide with thee O soul, o'er all, in all, as a ship o'er the waters;
  1147. p. 294, line 21A warble for joy of lilac-time, returning in reminiscence.
  1148. p. 294, line 25But that thou walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of brokers,
  1149. p. 295, line 5In one, among the city streets a laborer's home appear'd,
  1150. p. 295, line 7The carpet swept and a fire in the cheerful stove.
  1151. p. 295, line 8In one, the sacred parturition scene,
  1152. p. 295, line 10In one, at a bounteous morning meal,
  1153. p. 295, line 12In one, by twos and threes, young people,
  1154. p. 295, line 15In one a trio beautiful,
  1155. p. 295, line 18In one, along a suite of noble rooms,
  1156. p. 295, line 24Their wants provided for, hued in the sun and tinged for once with joy,
  1157. p. 296, line 11This common curtain of the face contain'd in me for me, in you for you, in each for each,
  1158. p. 296, line 20Here the idea, all in this mystic handful wrapt;)
  1159. p. 297, line 7Do you move in these broad lands as broad as they?
  1160. p. 297, line 15Armies, ships, antiquities, libraries, paintings, machines, cities, hate, despair, amity, pain, theft, murder, aspiration, form in close ranks,
  1161. p. 297, line 17O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
  1162. p. 297, line 18Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow,
  1163. p. 298, line 3Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies slumbering forever ready in all words.
  1164. p. 298, line 17YOU felons on trial in courts,
  1165. p. 298, line 18You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain'd and handcuff'd with iron,
  1166. p. 298, line 19Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison?
  1167. p. 298, line 21You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs or obscene in your rooms,
  1168. p. 299, line 17What do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways, but that man or woman is as good as God?
  1169. p. 300, line 6It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them I neither accept nor reject,)
  1170. p. 300, line 7It is no more in the legends than in all else,
  1171. p. 300, line 8It is in the present—it is this earth to-day,
  1172. p. 300, line 9It is in Democracy—(the purport and aim of all the past,)
  1173. p. 300, line 11It is in languages, social customs, literatures, arts,
  1174. p. 300, line 12It is in the broad show of artificial things, ships, machinery, politics, creeds, modern improvements, and the interchange of nations,
  1175. p. 301, line 5Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
  1176. p. 301, line 6Or stand under trees in the woods,
  1177. p. 301, line 7Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
  1178. p. 301, line 9Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
  1179. p. 301, line 11Or animals feeding in the fields,
  1180. p. 301, line 12Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
  1181. p. 301, line 14Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
  1182. p. 301, line 16The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
  1183. p. 301, line 22The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the ships with men in them,
  1184. p. 302, line 1Forth issue then in copious golden jets,
  1185. p. 302, line 6The group, (an unminded point set in a vast surrounding,)
  1186. p. 302, line 9Diffusing, dropping, sideways-darting, in tiny showers of gold,
  1187. p. 303, line 8First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be shaped in himself.
  1188. p. 303, line 12Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name?
  1189. p. 304, line 1Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in other globes with their suns and moons,
  1190. p. 304, line 5But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else,
  1191. p. 304, line 20It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe moving so exactly in its orbit for ever and ever, without one jolt or the untruth of a single second,
  1192. p. 304, line 21I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years, nor ten billions of years,
  1193. p. 305, line 5I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful,
  1194. p. 305, line 6And pass'd from a babe in the creeping trance of a couple of summers and winters to articulate and walk—all this is equally wonderful.
  1195. p. 305, line 12ALL submit to them where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis in the soul,
  1196. p. 305, line 16For all that, they have it forever in themselves to corroborate far and near without one exception.
  1197. p. 305, line 17ON my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen's group stands watching,
  1198. p. 306, line 18In that amid thy many faults thou ever aimedst highly,
  1199. p. 306, line 19In that thou wouldst not really sell thyself however great the price,
  1200. p. 306, line 20In that thou surely wakedst weeping from thy drugg'd sleep,
  1201. p. 306, line 21In that alone among thy sisters thou, giantess, didst rend the ones that shamed thee,
  1202. p. 306, line 22In that thou couldst not, wouldst not, wear the usual chains,
  1203. p. 306, line 24The spear thrust in thy side.
  1204. p. 306, line 30Issuing at last in perfect power and beauty,
  1205. p. 307, line 4(In gladness answering thence, as face afar to face, reflecting ours Columbia,)
  1206. p. 307, line 6In heavenly peace, clearer, more bright than ever,
  1207. p. 307, line 8IN a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region,
  1208. p. 307, line 11He will take the wildest steer in the world and break him and tame him,
  1209. p. 307, line 13The bullock's head tosses restless high in the air with raging eyes,
  1210. p. 307, line 26Whom a hundred oxen love there in his life on farms,
  1211. p. 307, line 27In the northern county far, in the placid pastoral region.
  1212. p. 308, line 21Emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts,
  1213. p. 308, line 23Thee coil'd in evil times my country, with craft and black dismay, with every meanness, treason thrust upon thee,
  1214. p. 309, line 4Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my country;
  1215. p. 309, line 10In dulcet streams, in flutes' and cornets' notes,
  1216. p. 309, line 18Ray'd in the limpid yellow slanting sundown,
  1217. p. 309, line 19Music, Italian music in Dakota.
  1218. p. 309, line 21Lurking in hidden barbaric grim recesses,
  1219. p. 310, line 1IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
  1220. p. 310, line 9With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one,
  1221. p. 311, line 7Victoria! see'st thou in powder-smoke the banners torn but flying? the rout of the baffled?
  1222. p. 311, line 9(Ah soul, the sobs of women, the wounded groaning in agony,
  1223. p. 311, line 23And with it every instrument in multitudes,
  1224. p. 312, line 10My mother's voice in lullaby or hymn,
  1225. p. 312, line 17The psalm in the country church or mid the clustering trees, the open air camp-meeting,
  1226. p. 312, line 18The fiddler in the tavern, the glee, the long-strung sailor-song,
  1227. p. 312, line 26Stalks Norma brandishing the dagger in her hand.
  1228. p. 313, line 3Song of lost love, the torch of youth and life quench'd in despair,
  1229. p. 313, line 11I hear in the William Tell the music of an arous'd and angry people,
  1230. p. 313, line 15The waltz, some delicious measure, lapsing, bathing me in bliss,
  1231. p. 314, line 11Or floating in some high cathedral dim with gorgeous color'd windows,
  1232. p. 314, line 12The passionate Agnus Dei or Gloria in Excelsis.
  1233. p. 314, line 15To you a new bard caroling in the West,
  1234. p. 314, line 20I hear the annual singing of the children in St. Paul's cathedral,
  1235. p. 314, line 22The Creation in billows of godhood laves me.
  1236. p. 314, line 27Utter, pour in, for I would take them all!
  1237. p. 314, line 30And questioning all those reminiscences, the tempest in its fury,
  1238. p. 315, line 16Poems bridging the way from Life to Death, vaguely wafted in night air, uncaught, unwritten,
  1239. p. 315, line 17Which let us go forth in the bold day and write.
  1240. p. 315, line 22In the Old World the east the Suez canal,
  1241. p. 316, line 20The races, neighbors, to marry and be given in marriage,
  1242. p. 316, line 27But in God's name, and for thy sake O soul.
  1243. p. 316, line 30I see in one the Suez canal initiated, open'd,
  1244. p. 316, line 32I mark from on deck the strange landscape, the pure sky, the level sand in the distance,
  1245. p. 317, line 1In one again, different, (yet thine, all thine, O soul, the same,)
  1246. p. 317, line 5I hear the echoes reverberate through the grandest scenery in the world,
  1247. p. 317, line 6I cross the Laramie plains, I note the rocks in grotesque shapes, the buttes,
  1248. p. 317, line 8I see in glimpses afar or towering immediately above me the great mountains, I see the Wind river and the Wahsatch mountains,
  1249. p. 317, line 14Marking through these and after all, in duplicate slender lines,
  1250. p. 317, line 19Centuries after thou art laid in thy grave,
  1251. p. 317, line 24Like clouds and cloudlets in the unreach'd sky.
  1252. p. 318, line 6O vast Rondure, swimming in space,
  1253. p. 319, line 14I see O year in you the vast terraqueous globe given and giving all,
  1254. p. 319, line 17As brides and bridegrooms hand in hand.
  1255. p. 320, line 7Something swelling in humanity now like the sap of the earth in spring,
  1256. p. 320, line 15Down to the footlights walks in some great scena,
  1257. p. 320, line 22(Curious in time I stand, noting the efforts of heroes,
  1258. p. 320, line 24Lies the seed unreck'd for centuries in the ground? lo, to God's due occasion,
  1259. p. 320, line 25Uprising in the night, it sprouts, blooms,
  1260. p. 321, line 11Ah more than any priest O soul we too believe in God,
  1261. p. 321, line 14Sailing these seas or on the hills, or waking in the night,
  1262. p. 321, line 18Bathe me O God in thee, mounting to thee,
  1263. p. 321, line 19I and my soul to range in range of thee.
  1264. p. 321, line 28That, circling, move in order, safe, harmonious,
  1265. p. 322, line 15The Younger melts in fondness in his arms.
  1266. p. 322, line 34Passage, immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins!
  1267. p. 323, line 2Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
  1268. p. 323, line 23Breathe, bathe myself once more in Thee, commune with Thee,
  1269. p. 323, line 30Thou knowest I have in age ratified all those vows and strictly kept them,
  1270. p. 323, line 31Thou knowest I have not once lost nor faith nor ecstasy in Thee,
  1271. p. 324, line 1In shackles, prison'd, in disgrace, repining not,
  1272. p. 324, line 4My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts of Thee,
  1273. p. 324, line 10A message from the Heavens whispering to me even in sleep,
  1274. p. 324, line 15The end I know not, it is all in Thee,
  1275. p. 324, line 29The clouds already closing in upon me,
  1276. p. 325, line 11And anthems in new tongues I hear saluting me.
  1277. p. 325, line 12I WANDER all night in my vision,
  1278. p. 325, line 18How quiet they breathe, the little children in their cradles.
  1279. p. 325, line 20The gash'd bodies on battle-fields, the insane in their strong-door'd rooms, the sacred idiots, the new-born emerging from gates, and the dying emerging from gates,
  1280. p. 325, line 22The 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,
  1281. p. 325, line 23The sisters sleep lovingly side by side in their bed,
  1282. p. 325, line 24The men sleep lovingly side by side in theirs,
  1283. p. 326, line 2The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the runaway son sleeps,
  1284. p. 326, line 9I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and the most restless,
  1285. p. 326, line 11The restless sink in their beds, they fitfully sleep.
  1286. p. 326, line 15I go from bedside to bedside, I sleep close with the other sleepers each in turn,
  1287. p. 326, line 16I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers,
  1288. p. 326, line 21Cache and cache again deep in the ground and sea, and where it is neither ground nor sea.
  1289. p. 326, line 29The emigrant and the exile, the criminal that stood in the box,
  1290. p. 327, line 10My hands are spread forth, I pass them in all directions,
  1291. p. 327, line 18I sit low in a straw-bottom chair and carefully darn my grandson's stockings.
  1292. p. 327, line 21A shroud I see and I am the shroud, I wrap a body and lie in the coffin,
  1293. p. 327, line 23(It seems to me that every thing in the light and air ought to be happy,
  1294. p. 327, line 24Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave let him know he has enough.)
  1295. p. 328, line 6Will you kill the courageous giant? will you kill him in the prime of his middle age?
  1296. p. 328, line 10His beautiful body is borne in the circling eddies, it is continually bruis'd on rocks,
  1297. p. 328, line 20In the morning I help pick up the dead and lay them in rows in a barn.
  1298. p. 329, line 5He stands in the room of the old tavern, the well-belov'd soldiers all pass through,
  1299. p. 329, line 6The officers speechless and slow draw near in their turns,
  1300. p. 329, line 15My mother look'd in delight and amazement at the stranger,
  1301. p. 330, line 4O love and summer, you are in the dreams and in me,
  1302. p. 330, line 5Autumn and winter are in the dreams, the farmer goes with his thrift,
  1303. p. 330, line 7Elements merge in the night, ships make tacks in the dreams,
  1304. p. 330, line 10The poor Irishman lives in the simple house of his childhood with the well-known neighbors and faces,
  1305. p. 330, line 22The criminal that stood in the box, the judge that sat and sentenced him, the fluent lawyers, the jury, the audience,
  1306. p. 330, line 25The antipodes, and every one between this and them in the dark,
  1307. p. 331, line 2Every one that sleeps is beautiful, every thing in the dim light is beautiful,
  1308. p. 331, line 12The universe is duly in order, every thing is in its place,
  1309. p. 331, line 13What has arrived is in its place and what waits shall be in its place,
  1310. p. 331, line 16The sleepers that lived and died wait, the far advanced are to go on in their turns, and the far behind are to come on in their turns,
  1311. p. 331, line 19They flow hand in hand over the whole earth from east to west as they lie unclothed,
  1312. p. 331, line 20The Asiatic and African are hand in hand, the European and American are hand in hand,
  1313. p. 331, line 21Learn'd and unlearn'd are hand in hand, and male and female are hand in hand,
  1314. p. 331, line 23The father holds his grown or ungrown son in his arms with measureless love, and the son holds the father in his arms with measureless love,
  1315. p. 332, line 9The swell'd and convuls'd and congested awake to themselves in condition,
  1316. p. 332, line 15I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her in whom I lay so long,
  1317. p. 332, line 20Let judges and criminals be transposed—let the prison-keepers be put in prison—let those that were prisoners take the keys;
  1318. p. 333, line 8To think that the sun rose in the east—that men and women were flexible, real, alive—that every thing was alive,
  1319. p. 333, line 14The soreness of lying so much in bed goes over,
  1320. p. 333, line 25To think the thought of death merged in the thought of materials,
  1321. p. 333, line 26To think of all these wonders of city and country, and others taking great interest in them, and we taking no interest in them.
  1322. p. 334, line 1To think how eager we are in building our houses,
  1323. p. 334, line 10Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf, posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud in the streets,
  1324. p. 334, line 15The coffin is pass'd out, lower'd and settled, the whip is laid on the coffin, the earth is swiftly shovel'd in,
  1325. p. 335, line 1To think that these are so much and so nigh to other drivers, and he there takes no interest in them.
  1326. p. 335, line 7Do you enjoy yourself in the city? or engaged in business? or planning a nomination and election? or with your wife and family?
  1327. p. 335, line 8Or with your mother and sisters? or in womanly housework? or the beautiful maternal cares?
  1328. p. 335, line 10But in due time you and I shall take less interest in them.
  1329. p. 336, line 2Something long preparing and formless is arrived and form'd in you,
  1330. p. 336, line 24Of and in all these things,
  1331. p. 337, line 21The trees have, rooted in the ground! the weeds of the sea have! the animals!
  1332. p. 338, line 6Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.
  1333. p. 338, line 9All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.
  1334. p. 338, line 14In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,
  1335. p. 339, line 15Foretold by prophets and poets in their most rapt prophecies and poems,
  1336. p. 339, line 17All sorrow, labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in myself,
  1337. p. 339, line 18Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison, and crucified, and many times shall be again,
  1338. p. 340, line 4With sudra face and worn brow, black, but in the depths of my heart, proud as any,
  1339. p. 340, line 8Defiant, I, Satan, still live, still utter words, in new lands duly appearing, (and old ones also,)
  1340. p. 340, line 22And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love, but he was not in that place,
  1341. p. 341, line 5And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied,
  1342. p. 341, line 6And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly render'd to powder and pour'd in the sea, I shall be satisfied,
  1343. p. 342, line 3I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in any iota of the world,
  1344. p. 342, line 4I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless, in vain I try to think how limitless,
  1345. p. 342, line 11I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any time, is provided for in the inherences of things,
  1346. p. 343, line 8I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving, contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;
  1347. p. 343, line 11Or coming in, to avoid the bars and follow the channel a perfect pilot needs?
  1348. p. 343, line 13Whom, in a little boat, putting off and rowing, I hailing you offer.
  1349. p. 343, line 20Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
  1350. p. 344, line 16The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions,
  1351. p. 344, line 24The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets;
  1352. p. 345, line 15To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral in mist of a wreck at sea,
  1353. p. 346, line 12Or the sower sowing in the fields, or the harvester harvesting,
  1354. p. 347, line 17But an odor I'd bring as from forests of pine in Maine, or breath of an Illinois prairie,
  1355. p. 348, line 10It to eventuate in thee—the essence of the by-gone time contain'd in thee,
  1356. p. 348, line 13The fruit of all the Old ripening to-day in thee.
  1357. p. 348, line 16The Past is also stored in thee,
  1358. p. 348, line 19With thee Time voyages in trust, the antecedent nations sink or swim with thee,
  1359. p. 349, line 3Out of thy teeming womb thy giant babes in ceaseless procession issuing,
  1360. p. 349, line 5World of the real—world of the twain in one,
  1361. p. 349, line 7Yet in beginning only, incalculable masses of composite precious materials,
  1362. p. 349, line 19Thee in thy future,
  1363. p. 349, line 20Thee in thy only permanent life, career, thy own unloosen'd mind, thy soaring spirit,
  1364. p. 349, line 22Thee risen in potent cheerfulness and joy, in endless great hilarity,
  1365. p. 349, line 25Thee in thy larger, saner brood of female, male—thee in thy athletes, moral, spiritual, South, North, West, East,
  1366. p. 349, line 27Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but certain,
  1367. p. 350, line 1Thee in thy moral wealth and civilization, (until which thy proudest material civilization must remain in vain,)
  1368. p. 350, line 2Thee in thy all-supplying, all-enclosing worship—thee in no single bible, saviour, merely,
  1369. p. 350, line 4(Thy soaring course thee formulating, not in thy two great wars, nor in thy century's visible growth,
  1370. p. 350, line 5But far more in these leaves and chants, thy chants, great Mother!)
  1371. p. 350, line 6Thee in an education grown of thee, in teachers, studies, students, born of thee,
  1372. p. 350, line 7Thee in thy democratic fêtes en-masse, thy high original festivals, operas, lecturers, preachers,
  1373. p. 350, line 8Thee in thy ultimata, (the preparations only now completed, the edifice on sure foundations tied,)
  1374. p. 350, line 9Thee in thy pinnacles, intellect, thought, thy topmost rational joys, thy love and godlike aspiration,
  1375. p. 350, line 10In thy resplendent coming literati, thy full-lung'd orators, thy sacerdotal bards, kosmic savans,
  1376. p. 350, line 11These! these in thee, (certain to come,) to-day I prophesy.
  1377. p. 350, line 13Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself,
  1378. p. 350, line 17Set in the sky of Law.)
  1379. p. 350, line 26For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous peace, not war;)
  1380. p. 351, line 1In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in disease shalt swelter,
  1381. p. 351, line 13In thee America, the soul, its destinies,
  1382. p. 351, line 21Ten fishermen waiting—they discover a thick school of mossbonkers—they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
  1383. p. 351, line 23The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
  1384. p. 351, line 24Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
  1385. p. 351, line 26Strew'd on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from the water, the green-back'd spotted mossbonkers.
  1386. p. 352, line 12Though answering not in words, the skies, trees, hear his voice—and thou O sun,
  1387. p. 352, line 18O'er all the globe that turns its face to thee shining in space,
  1388. p. 353, line 21Snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.
  1389. p. 354, line 19And I shall look again in a score or two of ages,
  1390. p. 354, line 22Always the shadow in front, always the reach'd hand bringing up the laggards.
  1391. p. 355, line 8In each house is the ovum, it comes forth after a thousand years.
  1392. p. 355, line 23I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree,
  1393. p. 355, line 25Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue.
  1394. p. 355, line 28She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,
  1395. p. 356, line 7Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.
  1396. p. 356, line 10Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost.
  1397. p. 356, line 11Come nearer bodiless one, haply in thee resounds
  1398. p. 356, line 22I walk in cool refreshing night the walks of Paradise,
  1399. p. 357, line 2Ladies and cavaliers long dead, barons are in their castle halls, the troubadours are singing,
  1400. p. 357, line 3Arm'd knights go forth to redress wrongs, some in quest of the holy Graal;
  1401. p. 357, line 4I see the tournament, I see the contestants incased in heavy armor seated on stately champing horses,
  1402. p. 357, line 7Lo, where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high.
  1403. p. 358, line 17A vigor more than earth's is in thy notes,
  1404. p. 358, line 21Women and men in wisdom innocence and health—all joy!
  1405. p. 358, line 25Joy! joy! in freedom, worship, love! joy in the ecstasy of life!
  1406. p. 358, line 29Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining,
  1407. p. 358, line 30Thee in thy panoply, thy measur'd dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive,
  1408. p. 359, line 3Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar, now tapering in the distance,
  1409. p. 359, line 4Thy great protruding head-light fix'd in front,
  1410. p. 359, line 11For once come serve the Muse and merge in verse, even as here I see thee,
  1411. p. 360, line 2Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes, I float on the Okeechobee, I cross the hummock-land or through pleasant openings or dense forests,
  1412. p. 360, line 3I see the parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blossoming titi;
  1413. p. 360, line 4Again, sailing in my coaster on deck, I coast off Georgia, I coast up the Carolinas,
  1414. p. 360, line 10The piney odor and the gloom, the awful natural stillness, (here in these dense swamps the freebooter carries his gun, and the fugitive has his conceal'd hut;)
  1415. p. 360, line 14A Kentucky corn-field, the tall, graceful, long-leav'd corn, slender, flapping, bright green, with tassels, with beautiful ears each well-sheath'd in its husk;
  1416. p. 360, line 20Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,
  1417. p. 361, line 2Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb,
  1418. p. 361, line 9Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week,
  1419. p. 361, line 12The winter snows, the sleigh-bells, the broken ice in the river, passing along up or down with the flood-tide or ebb-tide,
  1420. p. 361, line 13The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form'd, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes,
  1421. p. 361, line 17City nested in bays! my city!
  1422. p. 361, line 24I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,
  1423. p. 362, line 2Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? or in the spirit of man? or in the meat and blood?
  1424. p. 362, line 7And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth—but that all is truth without exception;
  1425. p. 362, line 11Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind,
  1426. p. 362, line 17Which poets vainly seek to put in rhyme, historians in prose,
  1427. p. 362, line 21Indifferently, 'mid public, private haunts, in solitude,
  1428. p. 362, line 25In looks of fair unconscious babes,
  1429. p. 362, line 26Or strangely in the coffin'd dead,
  1430. p. 362, line 31Two words, yet all from first to last comprised in it.
  1431. p. 363, line 9How the bright fascinating lambent flames of it, in every age and land, have drawn men's eyes,
  1432. p. 364, line 2Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
  1433. p. 364, line 23THEY shall arise in the States,
  1434. p. 365, line 4They shall train themselves to go in public to become orators and oratresses,
  1435. p. 365, line 7Characters, events, retrospections, shall be convey'd in gospels, trees, animals, waters, shall be convey'd,
  1436. p. 365, line 9WEAVE in, weave in, my hardy life,
  1437. p. 365, line 11Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in,
  1438. p. 366, line 23The cavalry companies fighting to the last in sternest heroism,
  1439. p. 366, line 24In the midst of their little circle, with their slaughter'd horses for breastworks,
  1440. p. 367, line 1As sitting in dark days,
  1441. p. 367, line 2Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope,
  1442. p. 367, line 7Thou of the tawny flowing hair in battle,
  1443. p. 367, line 8I erewhile saw, with erect head, pressing ever in front, bearing a bright sword in thy hand,
  1444. p. 367, line 9Now ending well in death the splendid fever of thy deeds,
  1445. p. 367, line 11Desperate and glorious, aye in defeat most desperate, most glorious,
  1446. p. 367, line 12After thy many battles in which never yielding up a gun or a color,
  1447. p. 367, line 15IN midnight sleep of many a face of anguish,
  1448. p. 368, line 7WHAT best I see in thee,
  1449. p. 368, line 10Or that thou sat'st where Washington sat, ruling the land in peace,
  1450. p. 368, line 13But that in foreign lands, in all thy walks with kings,
  1451. p. 369, line 4Now thou stridest on, yet perhaps in time toward denser wars,
  1452. p. 369, line 5Perhaps to engage in time in still more dreadful contests, dangers,
  1453. p. 369, line 15Like a grand procession to music of distant bugles pouring, triumphantly moving, and grander heaving in sight,
  1454. p. 371, line 14The perform'd America and Europe grow dim, retiring in shadow behind me,
  1455. p. 371, line 17As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought,
  1456. p. 371, line 21From their graves in the trenches ascending,
  1457. p. 371, line 24In wafted clouds, in myriads large, or squads of twos or threes or single ones they come,
  1458. p. 372, line 10I chant this chant of my silent soul in the name of all dead soldiers.
  1459. p. 373, line 4The vehement struggle so fierce for unity in one's-self;
  1460. p. 373, line 6How few see the arrived models, the athletes, the Western States, or see freedom or spirituality, or hold any faith in results,
  1461. p. 373, line 12And how the States are complete in themselves—and how all triumphs and glories are complete in themselves, to lead onward,
  1462. p. 373, line 13And how these of mine and of the States will in their turn be convuls'd, and serve other parturitions and transitions,
  1463. p. 373, line 19Of what a few years will show there in Nebraska, Colorado, Nevada, and the rest,
  1464. p. 374, line 2Of this Union welded in blood, of the solemn price paid, of the unnamed lost ever present in my mind;
  1465. p. 374, line 13(O it lurks in me night and day—what is gain after all to savageness and freedom?)
  1466. p. 374, line 24Illustrious the mystery of motion in all beings, even the tiniest insect,
  1467. p. 374, line 26Illustrious the passing light—illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the western sky,
  1468. p. 374, line 28Good in all,
  1469. p. 374, line 29In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
  1470. p. 375, line 1In the annual return of the seasons,
  1471. p. 375, line 2In the hilarity of youth,
  1472. p. 375, line 3In the strength and flush of manhood,
  1473. p. 375, line 4In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
  1474. p. 375, line 5In the superb vistas of death.
  1475. p. 375, line 21(Surely there is something more in each of the trees, some living soul.)
  1476. p. 375, line 32As I went forth in the morning, as I beheld the light breaking in the east,
  1477. p. 376, line 9For I do not see one imperfection in the universe,
  1478. p. 376, line 10And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.
  1479. p. 376, line 18I sit by the form in the coffin,
  1480. p. 376, line 19I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks, the closed eyes in the coffin;)
  1481. p. 377, line 5I bind together and bequeath in this bundle of songs.
  1482. p. 377, line 15And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees,
  1483. p. 377, line 17Which holding in trust for me faithfully back again give me many a year hence,
  1484. p. 377, line 18In unseen essence and odor of surface and grass, centuries hence,
  1485. p. 377, line 19In blowing airs from the fields back again give me my darlings, give my immortal heroes,
  1486. p. 377, line 26Some of us so fatigued carrying the gun and knapsack, dropping asleep in our tracks,
  1487. p. 378, line 10Now in those camps of green, in their tents dotting the world,
  1488. p. 378, line 11In the parents, children, husbands, wives, in them, in the old and young,
  1489. p. 378, line 15And of each of us O soldiers, and of each and all in the ranks we fought,
  1490. p. 378, line 17For presently O soldiers, we too camp in our place in the bivouac-camps of green,
  1491. p. 378, line 22(Full well they know that message in the darkness,
  1492. p. 378, line 25Those heart-beats of a Nation in the night,
  1493. p. 379, line 2Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them,
  1494. p. 379, line 3Of the seed I have sought to plant in them,
  1495. p. 379, line 4Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them,
  1496. p. 379, line 5(For them, for them have I lived, in them my work is done,)
  1497. p. 379, line 7Through Space and Time fused in a chant, and the flowing eternal identity,
  1498. p. 379, line 9To the sense of Death, and accepting exulting in Death in its turn the same as life,
  1499. p. 380, line 3Now Voyager depart, (much, much for thee is yet in store,)
  1500. p. 380, line 8Embrace thy friends, leave all in order,
  1501. p. 380, line 19I have press'd through in my own right,
  1502. p. 381, line 22Sparkles hot, seed ethereal down in the dirt dropping,
  1503. p. 384, line 23[…] Selected, 388 Halcyon Days, 388 Fancies at Navesink, 389 (The Pilot in the Mist—Had I the Choice—You Tides With Ceaseless […]
  1504. p. 384, line 27[…] Yet Not You Alone—Proudly the Flood Comes In—By That Long Scan of Waves—Then Last of All […]
  1505. p. 384, line 51[…] World Critics, 398 The Calming Thought of All, 398 Thanks in Old Age, 398 Life and Death, 398 The Voice of the Rain […]
  1506. p. 385, line 6And one the Atlantic's wind caressing, fierce or gentle—mighty hulls dark-gliding in the distance.
  1507. p. 385, line 11The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance,
  1508. p. 385, line 14To those who've fail'd, in aspiration vast,
  1509. p. 385, line 15To unnam'd soldiers fallen in front on the lead,
  1510. p. 386, line 2My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same,
  1511. p. 386, line 6Of me myself—the jocund heart yet beating in my breast,
  1512. p. 386, line 8The burning fires down in my sluggish blood not yet extinct,
  1513. p. 386, line 21May filter in my daily songs.
  1514. p. 387, line 21Chair'd in the adamant of Time.
  1515. p. 387, line 23The wanderings as in dreams—the meditation of old times resumed—their loves, joys, persons, voyages.
  1516. p. 388, line 1The appointed winners in a long-stretch'd game;
  1517. p. 388, line 6The heirdom all converged in thee!
  1518. p. 388, line 14Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green;
  1519. p. 389, line 7Looms in the mist, with brow elate and governing hand.
  1520. p. 389, line 12Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme, delight of singers;
  1521. p. 389, line 22What subtle indirection and significance in you? what clue to all in you? what fluid, vast identity,
  1522. p. 389, line 23Holding the universe with all its parts as one—as sailing in a ship?
  1523. p. 390, line 20Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing,
  1524. p. 390, line 23Mainsails, topsails, jibs, appear in the offing—steamers' pennants of smoke—and under the forenoon sun,
  1525. p. 390, line 27In every crest some undulating light or shade—some retrospect,
  1526. p. 391, line 17(The heart of it not in the chosen—the act itself the main, the quadriennial choosing,)
  1527. p. 392, line 9Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears—a lack from all eternity in thy content,
  1528. p. 392, line 12Surely some right withheld—some voice, in huge monotonous rage, of freedom-lover pent,
  1529. p. 392, line 13Some vast heart, like a planet's, chain'd and chafing in those breakers,
  1530. p. 392, line 19A phantom in the night thy confidant for once,)
  1531. p. 392, line 28All past—and since, in countless graves receding, mellowing,
  1532. p. 393, line 6(Nor in caprice alone—some grains of deepest meaning,)
  1533. p. 393, line 10In hunting-shirt of film, arm'd with the rifle, a half-ironical smile curving its phantom lips,
  1534. p. 393, line 15Europe's as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer's cot,
  1535. p. 393, line 16Or frozen North, or sultry South—the African's—the Arab's in his tent,
  1536. p. 393, line 20Courage, alertness, patience, faith, the same—e'en in defeat defeated not, the same:)
  1537. p. 394, line 8But held by sluggish floes, pack'd in the northern ice, the cumulus of years,
  1538. p. 395, line 6In his great arm chair by the window seated,
  1539. p. 395, line 26A wafted autumn leaf, dropt in the closing grave, the shovel'd earth,
  1540. p. 396, line 7The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
  1541. p. 396, line 8The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
  1542. p. 396, line 14Yonnondio—I see, far in the west or north, a limitless ravine, with plains and mountains dark,
  1543. p. 396, line 16As flitting by like clouds of ghosts, they pass and are gone in the twilight,
  1544. p. 397, line 2(Now buried in an English grave—and this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,)
  1545. p. 397, line 7"The world, the race, the soul—in space and time the universes,
  1546. p. 397, line 19Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all—in that alone,
  1547. p. 398, line 4Whence to arise inevitable in time, the towering roofs, the lamps,
  1548. p. 398, line 10Thanks in old age—thanks ere I go,
  1549. p. 398, line 19For all the brave strong men—devoted, hardy men—who've forward sprung in freedom's help, all years, all lands,
  1550. p. 399, line 7And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;
  1551. p. 399, line 13And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and growth—a thousand forms shall rise
  1552. p. 400, line 4I heard it in my boyhood;)—More than a generation since,
  1553. p. 400, line 7Had fought in the ranks—fought well—had been all through the Revolutionary war,)
  1554. p. 401, line 6(Yes, he comes back to lay in port for good—to settle—has a well-fill'd purse—no spot will do but this;)
  1555. p. 401, line 7The little boat that scull'd him from the sloop, now held in leash I see,
  1556. p. 401, line 8I hear the slapping waves, the restless keel, the rocking in the sand,
  1557. p. 401, line 11Dress'd in its russet suit of good Scotch cloth:
  1558. p. 401, line 15To my plain Northern hut, in outside clouds and snow,
  1559. p. 402, line 13Less for the mighty crown laid low in sorrow—less for the Emperor,
  1560. p. 402, line 18Welcoming in fame some special veteran, hero,
  1561. p. 403, line 1In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
  1562. p. 403, line 7(Trains of a staggering line in many a strange procession, waggons,
  1563. p. 403, line 9"In Cabin'd Ships," or " Thee Old Cause" or " Poets to Come"
  1564. p. 403, line 16Each song of mine—each utterance in the past—having its long, long history,
  1565. p. 404, line 3The airy, different, changing hues of all, in falling twilight,
  1566. p. 404, line 19Soon to be lost for aye in the darkness—loth, O so loth to depart!
  1567. p. 407, line 3HAD I not better withhold (in this old age and paralysis of me) such little tags […]
  1568. p. 407, line 13In answer, or rather defiance, to that kind of well-put interrogation […]
  1569. p. 407, line 18[…] of my 72d year—hours of forced confinement in my den—by putting in shape this small old age collation […]
  1570. p. 407, line 27[…] the last two years I have sent out, in the lulls of illness and exhaustion, certain chirps—lingering-dying ones […]
  1571. p. 407, line 29[…] now I may as well gather and put in fair type while able to see correctly—(for my eyes […]
  1572. p. 407, line 33In fact, here I am these current years 1890 and '91, (each successive […]
  1573. p. 408, line 12[…] here and now. I believe I have it in me perennially anyhow […]
  1574. p. 408, line 15[…] not be sorry for the fact of it in the past, nor refrain from dwelling, even vaunting here at […]
  1575. p. 408, line 21[…] on wounded and sick army volunteers, both sides, in campaigns or contests, or after them, or in hospitals or […]
  1576. p. 408, line 22[…] in campaigns or contests, or after them, or in hospitals or fields south of Washington City, or in that […]
  1577. p. 408, line 23[…] hospitals or fields south of Washington City, or in that place and elsewhere—those hot, sad, wrenching times—the […]
  1578. p. 410, line 3Fitful as motley-tongues of flame, inseparably twined and merged in one—combining all,
  1579. p. 410, line 12As here in careless trill, I and my recitatives, with faith and love,
  1580. p. 411, line 8For but last night I woke, and in that spectral ring saw thee,
  1581. p. 412, line 12Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?
  1582. p. 412, line 17In each old song bequeath'd—in every noble page or text,
  1583. p. 412, line 19In every object, mountain, tree, and star—in every birth and life,
  1584. p. 413, line 9To me come interpolation sounds not in the show—plainly to me, crowding up the aisle and from the window,
  1585. p. 413, line 10Of sudden battle's hurry and harsh noises—war's grim game to sight and ear in earnest;
  1586. p. 413, line 33[…] In the grand constellation of five or six names, under Lincoln's […]
  1587. p. 413, line 34[…] Lincoln's Presidency, that history will bear for ages in her firmament as marking the last life-throbs of secession, and […]
  1588. p. 413, line 38[…] war had continued any long time these States, in my opinion, would have shown and proved the most conclusive […]
  1589. p. 413, line 40[…] rank and file ahead of all other known in points of quality and limitlessness of number are easily admitted […]
  1590. p. 414, line 11I feel the ocean and the forest—somehow I feel the globe itself swift-swimming in space;
  1591. p. 415, line 21The true lesson of a nation's light in the sky,
  1592. p. 416, line 1AS I sit in twilight late alone by the flickering oak-flame,
  1593. p. 416, line 8(Even here in my room-shadows and half-lights in the noiseless flickering flames,
  1594. p. 416, line 15Embalm'd with love in this twilight song.
  1595. p. 417, line 6Put the scalp-knife carefully in his belt—then lying down, resting a moment,
  1596. p. 417, line 7Rose again, half sitting, smiled, gave in silence his extended hand to each and all,
  1597. p. 417, line 10(And here a line in memory of his name and death.)
  1598. p. 417, line 11A VOICE from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power,
  1599. p. 417, line 17Although I come and unannounc'd, in horror and in pang,
  1600. p. 417, line 18In pouring flood and fire, and wholesale elemental crash, (this voice so solemn, strange,)
  1601. p. 418, line 1The household wreck'd, the husband and the wife, the engulf'd forger in his forge,
  1602. p. 418, line 2The corpses in the whelming waters and the mud,
  1603. p. 418, line 17Thou that in all the life and death of us, in action or in sleep!
  1604. p. 418, line 19Thou that in all, and over all, and through and under all, incessant!
  1605. p. 418, line 21Holding Humanity as in thy open hand, as some ephemeral toy,
  1606. p. 418, line 24(Wrapt in these little potencies of progress, politics, culture, wealth, inventions, civilization,)
  1607. p. 418, line 26In which and upon which we float, and every one of us is buoy'd.
  1608. p. 418, line 28In the fresh scent of the morning in the open air,
  1609. p. 419, line 2Allah is all, all, all—is immanent in every life and object,
  1610. p. 419, line 8"It is the central urge in every atom,
  1611. p. 419, line 11Latent the same in subject and in object, without one exception."
  1612. p. 419, line 22The crazed, prisoners in jail, the horrible, rank, malignant,
  1613. p. 419, line 25Newts, crawling things in slime and mud, poisons,
  1614. p. 420, line 3Sometimes in spring, oftener in autumn, perfectly clear weather, in plain sight,
  1615. p. 420, line 8Farms and dooryards of home, paths border'd with box, lilacs in corners,
  1616. p. 420, line 9Weddings in churches, thanksgiving dinners, returns of long-absent sons,
  1617. p. 420, line 11Trials in courts, jury and judge, the accused in the box,
  1618. p. 420, line 15Show'd to me just aloft to the right in the sky-edge,
  1619. p. 420, line 22Begun in ripen'd youth and steadily pursued,
  1620. p. 420, line 25I end it here in sickness, poverty, and old age.
  1621. p. 421, line 9Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print—something lacking,
  1622. p. 421, line 20Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch,
  1623. p. 421, line 21Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn,
  1624. p. 421, line 22Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping;
  1625. p. 421, line 24(On earth and in the sea—the universe—the stars there in the heavens,)
  1626. p. 422, line 7The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,
  1627. p. 425, line 10So here I sit gossiping in the early candle-light of old age—I and my book […]
  1628. p. 425, line 16[…] we seem'd certainly going down—yet reaching port in a sufficient way through all discomfitures at last)—After completing […]
  1629. p. 425, line 17[…] my poems, I am curious to review them in the light of their own (at the time unconscious, or […]
  1630. p. 426, line 14In calculating that decision, William O'Connor and Dr. Bucke are far […]
  1631. p. 426, line 16[…] Leaves of Grass" and its theory experimental—as, in the deepest sense, I consider our American republic itself to […]
  1632. p. 426, line 19[…] absolutely certain of any thing, or any results.) In the second place, the volume is a sortie—whether to […]
  1633. p. 426, line 32[…] rewards, business, political, literary, &c.—to take part in the great mèlée, both for victory's prize itself and to […]
  1634. p. 426, line 40[…] feeling or ambition to articulate and faithfully express in literary or poetic form, and uncompromisingly, my own physical, emotional […]
  1635. p. 426, line 42[…] own physical, emotional, moral, intellectual, and æsthetic Personality, in the midst of, and tallying, the momentous spirit and facts […]
  1636. p. 427, line 1[…] exploit that Personality, identified with place and date, in a far more candid and comprehensive sense than any hitherto […]
  1637. p. 427, line 3Perhaps this is in brief, or suggests, all I have sought to do. Given […]
  1638. p. 427, line 6[…] be, simply a faithful and doubtless self-will'd record. In the midst of all, it gives one man's—the author's […]
  1639. p. 427, line 12[…] I would sing, and leave out or put in, quite solely with reference to America and to-day. Modern science […]
  1640. p. 427, line 15[…] out their challenge to poetry to put them in its statements in contradistinction to the songs and myths of the past. As […]
  1641. p. 427, line 21[…] abandon'd the conventional themes, which do not appear in it: none of the stock ornamentation, or choice plots of […]
  1642. p. 427, line 26[…] the broadest average of humanity and its identities in the now ripening Nineteenth Century, and especially in each of […]
  1643. p. 427, line 27[…] in the now ripening Nineteenth Century, and especially in each of their countless examples and practical occupations in the […]
  1644. p. 427, line 28[…] each of their countless examples and practical occupations in the United States to-day […]
  1645. p. 427, line 35[…] for America, above all, to begin this readjustment in the scope and basic point of view of verse; for […]
  1646. p. 427, line 37[…] else has changed. As I write, I see in an article on Wordsworth, in one of the current English magazines, the lines, "A few […]
  1647. p. 427, line 40[…] all-devouring force, poetry would cease to be read in fifty years." But I anticipate the very contrary. Only a […]
  1648. p. 427, line 43[…] must emigrate. Whatever may have been the case in years gone by, the true use for the imaginative faculty […]
  1649. p. 428, line 6[…] incomplete, and science, democracy, and life itself, finally in vain […]
  1650. p. 428, line 20[…] span! those thirty years from 1850 to '80—and America in them! Proud, proud indeed may we be, if we have […]
  1651. p. 428, line 22[…] if we have cull'd enough of that period in its own spirit to worthily waft a few live breaths […]
  1652. p. 428, line 28[…] all give a sufficiently accurate meaning to them, in my opinion no definition that has ever been made sufficiently […]
  1653. p. 428, line 38[…] seem endlessly appropriated to the poets—as war, in the past—in the Bible, religious rapture and adoration—always love, beauty, some […]
  1654. p. 429, line 13[…] first carefully tallying that preparatory background and quality in the mind. Think of the United States to-day—the facts […]
  1655. p. 429, line 15[…] facts of these thirty-eight or forty empires solder'd in one—sixty or seventy millions of equals, with their lives […]
  1656. p. 429, line 18[…] us, of which we are inseparable parts! Think, in comparison, of the petty environage and limited area of the […]
  1657. p. 429, line 21[…] their genius. Think of the absence and ignorance, in all cases hitherto, of the multitudinousness, vitality, and the unprecedented […]
  1658. p. 429, line 27In estimating first-class song, a sufficient Nationality, or, on the other […]
  1659. p. 429, line 29[…] call'd the negative and lack of it, (as in Goethe's case, it sometimes seems to me,) is often, if […]
  1660. p. 429, line 41[…] or not, I know well enough, too, that in respect to pictorial talent, dramatic situations, and especially in verbal […]
  1661. p. 429, line 42[…] respect to pictorial talent, dramatic situations, and especially in verbal melody and all the conventional technique of poetry, not […]
  1662. p. 429, line 44[…] only the divine works that to-day stand ahead in the world's reading, but dozens more, transcend (some of them […]
  1663. p. 430, line 1[…] But it seem'd to me, as the objects in Nature, the themes of æstheticism, and all special exploitations of […]
  1664. p. 430, line 5[…] reflect all themes and things, old and new, in the lights thrown on them by the advent of America […]
  1665. p. 430, line 12[…] America's prospective imaginative literature. Not to carry out, in the approved style, some choice plot of fortune or misfortune […]
  1666. p. 430, line 15[…] probably never to be excell'd—but that while in such æsthetic presentation of objects, passions, plots, thoughts, &c., our […]
  1667. p. 430, line 33[…] lands (already, as materially establish'd, the greatest factors in known history, and far, far greater through what they prelude […]
  1668. p. 430, line 35[…] they prelude and necessitate, and are to be in future)—to conform with and build on the concrete realities […]
  1669. p. 430, line 38[…] for anything, verse included—to root both influences in the emotional and imaginative action of the modern time, and […]
  1670. p. 431, line 2[…] rich fund of epics, plays, ballads—seeks not in the least to deaden or displace those voices from our […]
  1671. p. 431, line 5[…] the dawn-dazzle of the sun of literature is in those poems for us of to-day—though perhaps the best […]
  1672. p. 431, line 6[…] though perhaps the best parts of current character in nations, social groups, or any man's or woman's individuality, Old […]
  1673. p. 431, line 23[…] or, at most, twilight dimness! What is there in those works that so imperiously and scornfully dominates all our […]
  1674. p. 431, line 26[…] suffuses current letters and art (which indeed have in most degrees grown out of him,) belongs essentially to the […]
  1675. p. 431, line 32[…] the Eastern hemisphere, and never existed at all in the Western. As authoritative types of song they belong in […]
  1676. p. 431, line 33[…] Western. As authoritative types of song they belong in America just about as much as the persons and institutes […]
  1677. p. 431, line 36[…] natures of humanity have not radically changed—that in these the old poems apply to our times and all […]
  1678. p. 432, line 4[…] of Grass." My verdict and conclusions as illustrated in its pages are arrived at through the temper and inculcation […]
  1679. p. 432, line 14[…] average and basic equality, which shall be greater. In the centre of all, and object of all, stands the […]
  1680. p. 432, line 21[…] how I enter'd upon them. Dr. Bucke has, in his volume, already fully and fairly described the preparation of […]
  1681. p. 432, line 27[…] attempt any serious acquaintance with poetic literature. Along in my sixteenth year I had become possessor of a stout […]
  1682. p. 432, line 34[…] sometimes for a week at a stretch, down in the country, or to Long Island's seashores—there, in the […]
  1683. p. 432, line 35[…] the country, or to Long Island's seashores—there, in the presence of outdoor influences, I went over thoroughly the […]
  1684. p. 433, line 2[…] absorb'd (probably to better advantage for me than in any library or indoor room—it makes such difference where […]
  1685. p. 433, line 7[…] As it happen'd, I read the latter mostly in an old wood. The Iliad (Buckley's prose version,) I read […]
  1686. p. 433, line 10[…] peninsula of Orient, northeast end of Long Island, in a shelter'd hollow of rocks and sand, with the sea […]
  1687. p. 433, line 13[…] masters. Likely because I read them, as described, in the full presence of Nature, under the sun, with the […]
  1688. p. 433, line 14[…] far-spreading landscape and vistas, or the sea rolling in […]
  1689. p. 433, line 22[…] has so many mansions!) But I was repaid in Poe's prose by the idea that (at any rate for […]
  1690. p. 434, line 1[…] sounded and arous'd (of course, I don't mean in my own heart only, I saw it just as plainly […]
  1691. p. 434, line 2[…] heart only, I saw it just as plainly in others, in millions)—that only from the strong flare and provocation of […]
  1692. p. 434, line 6I went down to the war fields in Virginia (end of 1862), lived thenceforward in camp—saw great battles […]
  1693. p. 434, line 7[…] war fields in Virginia (end of 1862), lived thenceforward in camp—saw great battles and the days and nights afterward […]
  1694. p. 434, line 26[…] impetus-word is Comradeship as for all lands, and in a more commanding and acknowledg'd sense than hitherto. Other word-signs […]
  1695. p. 434, line 36[…] expressers, past and present—Greek æsthetes, Shakspere—or in our own day Tennyson, Victor Hugo, Carlyle, Emerson—is certainly […]
  1696. p. 434, line 37[…] Tennyson, Victor Hugo, Carlyle, Emerson—is certainly involv'd in such questions. I say the profoundest service that poems or […]
  1697. p. 435, line 2[…] the original inexhaustible fund of buoyancy, normally resident in the race, forever eligible to be appeal'd to and relied […]
  1698. p. 435, line 7[…] and even money-making features of United States' humanity in the Nineteenth Century as chosen knights, gentlemen and warriors were […]
  1699. p. 435, line 12[…] not only because that is a great lesson in Nature, amid all her generalizing laws, but as counterpoise to […]
  1700. p. 435, line 16[…] I avowedly chant "the great pride of man in himself," and permit it to be more or less a […]
  1701. p. 435, line 22[…] first instincts are fain to clip, conform, bring in stragglers, and reduce everything to a dead level. While the […]
  1702. p. 435, line 28[…] as we see. That primal and interior something in man, in his soul's abysms, coloring all, and, by exceptional fruitions, giving […]
  1703. p. 435, line 42[…] inch the working-man and working-woman were to be in my pages from first to last. The ranges of heroism […]
  1704. p. 436, line 4[…] I said to myself before beginning) to be in spirit the poems of the morning. (They have been founded […]
  1705. p. 436, line 5[…] morning. (They have been founded and mainly written in the sunny forenoon and early midday of my life.) I […]
  1706. p. 436, line 8[…] to put the complete Union of the States in my songs without any preference or partiality whatever. Henceforth, if […]
  1707. p. 436, line 10[…] just as much along the Pacific as Atlantic—in the valley of the Mississippi, in Canada, up in Maine […]
  1708. p. 436, line 11[…] as Atlantic—in the valley of the Mississippi, in Canada, up in Maine, down in Texas, and on the shores of Puget Sound […]
  1709. p. 436, line 17[…] light and atmosphere. Of this feature, intentionally palpable in a few lines, I shall only say the espousing principle […]
  1710. p. 436, line 21[…] Difficult as it will be, it has become, in my opinion, imperative to achieve a shifted attitude from superior […]
  1711. p. 436, line 23[…] thought and fact of sexuality, as an element in character, personality, the emotions, and a theme in literature. I […]
  1712. p. 436, line 24[…] in character, personality, the emotions, and a theme in literature. I am not going to argue the question by […]
  1713. p. 436, line 26[…] by itself. The vitality of it is altogether in its relations, bearings, significance—like the clef of a symphony […]
  1714. p. 436, line 27[…] the lines I allude to, and the spirit in which they are spoken, permeate all " Leaves of Grass," and […]
  1715. p. 436, line 32[…] individuals all times, there is nothing so rare in modern conventions and poetry as their normal recognizance. Literature is […]
  1716. p. 436, line 34[…] as their normal recognizance. Literature is always calling in the doctor for consultation and confession, and always giving evasions […]
  1717. p. 436, line 35[…] confession, and always giving evasions and swathing suppressions in place of that "heroic nudity" * on which only a genuine […]
  1718. p. 436, line 37[…] diagnosis of serious cases can be built. And in respect to editions of " Leaves of Grass" in time to […]
  1719. p. 436, line 38[…] in respect to editions of " Leaves of Grass" in time to come (if there should be such) I take […]
  1720. p. 437, line 3[…] thought, or the budding of thought, fairly began in my youthful mind, I had had a desire to attempt […]
  1721. p. 437, line 7[…] America. I felt it all as positively then in my young days as I do now in my old ones; to formulate a poem whose every thought […]
  1722. p. 437, line 10[…] indirectly be or connive at an implicit belief in the wisdom, health, mystery, beauty of every process, every concrete […]
  1723. p. 437, line 14[…] it or argue it out, I fully believe in a clue and purpose in Nature, entire and several; and that invisible spiritual results, just […]
  1724. p. 437, line 25[…] beginning, middle and final purpose of the poems. (In fact, when really cipher'd out and summ'd to the last […]
  1725. p. 437, line 26[…] out and summ'd to the last, plowing up in earnest the interminable average fallows of humanity—not "good government […]
  1726. p. 437, line 27[…] average fallows of humanity—not "good government" merely, in the common sense—is the justification and main purpose of […]
  1727. p. 437, line 29Isolated advantages in any rank or grace or fortune—the direct or indirect […]
  1728. p. 437, line 30[…] of all the poetry of the past—are in my opinion distasteful to the republican genius, and offer no […]
  1729. p. 437, line 42[…] book, "Annals of Old Painters," conn'd by me in youth. Rubens, the Flemish painter, in one of his wanderings […]
  1730. p. 437, line 43[…] by me in youth. Rubens, the Flemish painter, in one of his wanderings through the galleries of old convents […]
  1731. p. 438, line 2[…] suite of students, he said to the latter, in answer to their questions (as to what school the work […]
  1732. p. 438, line 11[…] to put a Person, a human being (myself, in the latter half of the Nineteenth Century, in America,) freely […]
  1733. p. 438, line 12[…] in the latter half of the Nineteenth Century, in America,) freely, fully and truly on record. I could not […]
  1734. p. 438, line 13[…] I could not find any similar personal record in current literature that satisfied me. But it is not on […]
  1735. p. 438, line 29In the free evening of my day I give to you […]