Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “is”

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  1. p. 9, line 4Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far,
  2. p. 9, line 17Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards?
  3. p. 9, line 18And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,
  4. p. 10, line 20And this is ocean's poem.
  5. p. 11, line 7I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself in his own rights,
  6. p. 11, line 9Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be,
  7. p. 14, line 19And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life?
  8. p. 15, line 5How there is something relentless in their fate all times,
  9. p. 16, line 12Me wherever my life is lived, O to be self-balanced for contingencies,
  10. p. 16, line 21The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately—below emulous waves press forward,
  11. p. 17, line 12WHAT place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?
  12. p. 18, line 2Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
  13. p. 19, line 10This then is life,
  14. p. 19, line 11Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions.
  15. p. 20, line 23I have perused it, own it is admirable, (moving awhile among it,)
  16. p. 21, line 6Forever and forever—longer than soil is brown and solid—longer than water ebbs and flows.
  17. p. 21, line 15The fang'd and glittering One whose head is over all,
  18. p. 21, line 17(However high the head of any else that head is over all.)
  19. p. 21, line 20And employments! I will put in my poems that with you is heroism upon land and sea,
  20. p. 22, line 3Here is what sings unrestricted faith.
  21. 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,
  22. p. 22, line 7(Or if there is I say it is just as important to you, to the land or to me, as any thing else.)
  23. p. 22, line 11Each is not for its own sake,
  24. p. 22, line 15None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is.
  25. p. 22, line 17Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur;
  26. p. 22, line 24It is well—against such I say not a word, I am their poet also,
  27. p. 22, line 26For not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame, the essential life of the earth,
  28. p. 23, line 3Dear son do you think it is love?
  29. p. 23, line 5It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess, and yet it satisfies, it is great,
  30. p. 23, line 6But there is something else very great, it makes the whole coincide,
  31. p. 24, line 9Democracy! near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and joyfully singing.
  32. p. 24, line 16To earn for the body and the mind whatever adheres and goes forward and is not dropt by death;
  33. p. 24, line 18And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other,
  34. p. 24, line 20And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future,
  35. p. 25, line 7Because having look'd at the objects of the universe, I find there is no one nor any particle of one but has reference to the soul.
  36. p. 25, line 18Behold, the body includes and is the meaning, the main concern, and includes and is the soul;
  37. p. 25, line 19Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it!
  38. p. 29, line 22The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
  39. p. 29, line 23It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
  40. p. 30, line 20There was never any more inception than there is now,
  41. p. 30, line 21Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
  42. p. 30, line 22And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
  43. p. 30, line 23Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
  44. p. 31, line 3To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so.
  45. p. 31, line 7Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
  46. p. 31, line 8Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen,
  47. p. 31, line 12Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean,
  48. p. 31, line 13Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
  49. p. 31, line 20Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead?
  50. p. 32, line 9Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
  51. p. 32, line 24And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
  52. p. 32, line 25And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
  53. p. 32, line 27And that a kelson of the creation is love,
  54. p. 33, line 3A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
  55. p. 33, line 4How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
  56. p. 33, line 6Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
  57. p. 33, line 9Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
  58. p. 33, line 10Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
  59. p. 33, line 20This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
  60. p. 34, line 5The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
  61. p. 34, line 9And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
  62. p. 34, line 11I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
  63. p. 34, line 20For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
  64. p. 35, line 17What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls restrain'd by decorum,
  65. p. 36, line 6The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,
  66. p. 37, line 7Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
  67. p. 37, line 22Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.
  68. p. 38, line 4His glance is calm and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead,
  69. p. 38, line 11Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?
  70. p. 38, line 18And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else,
  71. p. 39, line 11What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me,
  72. p. 39, line 25The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirm'd case,
  73. p. 39, line 30What is removed drops horribly in a pail;
  74. p. 40, line 1The quadroon girl is sold at the auction-stand, the drunkard nods by the bar-room stove,
  75. p. 40, line 12The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemm'd cloth is offering moccasins and bead-bags for sale,
  76. p. 40, line 14As the deck-hands make fast the steamboat the plank is thrown for the shore-going passengers,
  77. p. 40, line 16The one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago borne her first child,
  78. p. 40, line 18The paving-man leans on his two-handed rammer, the reporter's lead flies swiftly over the note-book, the sign-painter is lettering with blue and gold,
  79. p. 40, line 21The child is baptized, the convert is making his first professions,
  80. p. 40, line 22The regatta is spread on the bay, the race is begun, (how the white sails sparkle!)
  81. p. 41, line 6The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries,
  82. p. 41, line 13Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gather'd, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!)
  83. p. 42, line 1And such as it is to be of these more or less I am,
  84. p. 42, line 6Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the stuff that is fine,
  85. p. 42, line 27The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.)
  86. p. 43, line 5This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,
  87. p. 43, line 10I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
  88. p. 43, line 18This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger,
  89. p. 43, line 19It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous, I make appointments with all,
  90. p. 43, line 22The heavy-lipp'd slave is invited, the venerealee is invited;
  91. p. 43, line 24This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,
  92. p. 44, line 9How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
  93. p. 44, line 10What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?
  94. p. 45, line 6I exist as I am, that is enough,
  95. p. 45, line 9One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
  96. p. 45, line 12My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite,
  97. p. 45, line 19And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
  98. p. 45, line 20And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
  99. p. 45, line 23I show that size is only development.
  100. p. 45, line 25It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on.
  101. p. 46, line 30What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?
  102. p. 47, line 1My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait,
  103. p. 47, line 9There is no better than it and now.
  104. p. 47, line 10What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such a wonder,
  105. p. 47, line 11The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.
  106. p. 47, line 15Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
  107. p. 47, line 16It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all,
  108. p. 47, line 22This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches,
  109. p. 47, line 24This is the geologist, this works with the scalpel, and this is a mathematician.
  110. p. 48, line 12And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
  111. p. 48, line 29Copulation is no more rank to me than death is.
  112. p. 49, line 2Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
  113. p. 49, line 23I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious,
  114. p. 50, line 14Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself,
  115. p. 51, line 18I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera,
  116. p. 51, line 19Ah this indeed is music—this suits me.
  117. p. 51, line 21The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.
  118. p. 51, line 22I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?)
  119. p. 52, line 4To be in any form, what is that?
  120. p. 52, line 7Mine is no callous shell,
  121. p. 52, line 11To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.
  122. p. 52, line 12Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity,
  123. p. 52, line 15My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself,
  124. p. 53, line 2You villain touch! what are you doing? my breath is tight in its throat,
  125. p. 53, line 13The insignificant is as big to me as any,
  126. p. 53, line 14(What is less or more than a touch?)
  127. p. 53, line 17(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so,
  128. p. 53, line 18Only what nobody denies is so.)
  129. p. 53, line 21And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman,
  130. p. 53, line 22And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
  131. p. 53, line 25I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
  132. p. 53, line 26And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
  133. p. 54, line 1And the tree-toad is a chef-d'œuvre for the highest,
  134. p. 54, line 5And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
  135. p. 54, line 8And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons,
  136. p. 54, line 25Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
  137. p. 54, line 27Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
  138. p. 55, line 15Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess'd at,
  139. p. 55, line 28Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the otter is feeding on fish,
  140. p. 56, line 1Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tail;
  141. p. 56, line 9Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot,
  142. p. 56, line 14Where trip-hammers crash, where the press is whirling its cylinders,
  143. p. 56, line 16Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it myself and looking composedly down,)
  144. p. 56, line 17Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand,
  145. p. 56, line 21Where the half-burn'd brig is riding on unknown currents,
  146. p. 56, line 23Where the dense-starr'd flag is borne at the head of the regiments,
  147. p. 57, line 7Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, where the stud to the mare, where the cock is treading the hen,
  148. p. 57, line 11Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding,
  149. p. 58, line 7Nigh the coffin'd corpse when all is still, examining with a candle;
  150. p. 59, line 2We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough,
  151. p. 59, line 4The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is plain in all directions,
  152. p. 59, line 13My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs,
  153. p. 60, line 17I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake,
  154. p. 62, line 6That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men.
  155. p. 62, line 11His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be;
  156. p. 62, line 20The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels,
  157. p. 63, line 2One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast,
  158. p. 63, line 8One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking.
  159. p. 63, line 10He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low,
  160. p. 64, line 9It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.
  161. p. 64, line 12Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced.
  162. p. 64, line 14My face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.
  163. p. 65, line 11The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?
  164. p. 65, line 12Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?
  165. p. 65, line 13Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors? is he Kanadian?
  166. p. 65, line 14Is he from the Mississippi country? Iowa, Oregon, California?
  167. p. 66, line 1And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
  168. p. 66, line 10I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,
  169. p. 66, line 21O despairer, here is my neck,
  170. p. 66, line 29And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so.
  171. p. 67, line 3It is middling well as far as it goes—but is that all?
  172. p. 67, line 24Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery;
  173. p. 68, line 24This is the city and I am one of the citizens,
  174. p. 69, line 2I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me,
  175. p. 69, line 17And what is reason? and what is love? and what is life?
  176. p. 69, line 19My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,
  177. p. 69, line 28Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine,
  178. p. 70, line 13The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same,
  179. p. 70, line 14And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the same.
  180. p. 70, line 15I do not know what is untried and afterward,
  181. p. 70, line 17Each who passes is consider'd, each who stops is consider'd, not a single one can it fail.
  182. p. 71, line 2Nor the present, nor the least wisp that is known.
  183. p. 71, line 3It is time to explain myself—let us stand up.
  184. p. 71, line 4What is known I strip away,
  185. p. 71, line 12That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
  186. p. 73, line 4There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage,
  187. p. 73, line 9They are but parts, any thing is but a part.
  188. p. 73, line 10See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that,
  189. p. 73, line 11Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
  190. p. 73, line 12My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain,
  191. p. 73, line 26It is not far, it is within reach,
  192. p. 73, line 28Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.
  193. p. 74, line 12Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
  194. p. 75, line 11(It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you,
  195. p. 75, line 16The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves a key,
  196. p. 75, line 20The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well,
  197. p. 75, line 24The soldier camp'd or upon the march is mine,
  198. p. 76, line 6I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
  199. p. 76, line 7And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
  200. p. 76, line 8And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is,
  201. p. 76, line 12And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,
  202. p. 76, line 13And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe,
  203. p. 76, line 23I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name,
  204. p. 77, line 1And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.
  205. p. 77, line 19I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected,
  206. p. 77, line 21There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.
  207. p. 77, line 24I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid,
  208. p. 77, line 25It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.
  209. p. 77, line 27To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.
  210. p. 78, line 3It is not chaos or death—it is form, union, plan—it is eternal life—it is Happiness.
  211. p. 80, line 26O you and I! what is it to us what the rest do or think?
  212. p. 80, line 27What is all else to us? only that we enjoy each other and exhaust each other if it must be so;)
  213. p. 80, line 30From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter'd too long as it is,)
  214. p. 81, line 23And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
  215. p. 81, line 25That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.
  216. p. 82, line 1It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
  217. 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,
  218. p. 83, line 11I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
  219. p. 83, line 12To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
  220. p. 83, line 13To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
  221. p. 83, line 14To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
  222. 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,
  223. p. 83, line 18This is the female form,
  224. p. 84, line 8This the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, man is born of woman,
  225. p. 84, line 10Be not ashamed women, your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest,
  226. p. 84, line 13She is in her place and moves with perfect balance,
  227. p. 84, line 14She is all things duly veil'd, she is both passive and active,
  228. p. 84, line 15She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters.
  229. p. 84, line 19The male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place,
  230. p. 84, line 20He too is all qualities, he is action and power,
  231. p. 84, line 21The flush of the known universe is in him,
  232. p. 84, line 23The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost become him well, pride is for him,
  233. p. 84, line 24The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul,
  234. p. 85, line 3The man's body is sacred and the woman's body is sacred,
  235. p. 85, line 4No matter who it is, it is sacred—is it the meanest one in the laborers' gang?
  236. p. 85, line 5Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
  237. p. 85, line 8(All is a procession,
  238. p. 85, line 9The universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.)
  239. p. 85, line 12Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts,
  240. p. 86, line 5This is not only one man, this the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns,
  241. p. 86, line 11She too is not only herself, she is the teeming mother of mothers,
  242. p. 86, line 12She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.
  243. p. 86, line 16If any thing is sacred the human body is sacred,
  244. p. 86, line 17And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,
  245. p. 86, line 18And in man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is more beautiful than the most beautiful face.
  246. p. 87, line 21Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,
  247. p. 88, line 6A WOMAN waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
  248. p. 89, line 6It is I, you women, I make my way,
  249. p. 89, line 8I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,
  250. p. 90, line 5Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love,
  251. p. 90, line 8The hairy wild-bee that murmurs and hankers up and down, that gripes the full-grown lady-flower, curves upon her with amorous firm legs, takes his will of her, and holds himself tremulous and tight till he is satisfied;
  252. p. 91, line 13(What is this that frees me so in storms?
  253. p. 91, line 22O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
  254. p. 92, line 21But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
  255. p. 92, line 30Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself,
  256. p. 93, line 12We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves orbic and stellar, we are as two comets,
  257. p. 93, line 16We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious,
  258. p. 93, line 23Is it because if you continued beyond the swift moment you would soon certainly kill me?
  259. p. 95, line 2Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
  260. p. 95, line 10(But where is what I started for so long ago?
  261. p. 95, line 11And why is it yet unfound?)
  262. 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,
  263. p. 96, line 20Death is beautiful from you, (what indeed is finally beautiful except death and love?)
  264. p. 96, line 21O I think it is not for life I am chanting here my chant of lovers, I think it must be for death,
  265. p. 97, line 12For now it is convey'd to me that you are the purports essential,
  266. p. 97, line 18That may-be you are what it is all for, but it does not last so very long,
  267. p. 97, line 24Who is he that would become my follower?
  268. p. 97, line 26The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive,
  269. p. 98, line 15For thus merely touching you is enough, is best,
  270. p. 98, line 22For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,
  271. p. 98, line 23Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it,
  272. p. 98, line 27For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times and not hit, that which I hinted at;
  273. p. 99, line 25Plucking something for tokens, tossing toward whoever is near me,
  274. p. 101, line 4That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,
  275. p. 104, line 2Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees as the sun is risen,
  276. p. 104, line 17Any more than my soul is borne through the open air,
  277. p. 106, line 3It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
  278. p. 106, line 12All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
  279. p. 109, line 14I now suspect that is not all;
  280. p. 109, line 15I now suspect there is something fierce in you eligible to burst forth,
  281. p. 109, line 16For an athlete is enamour'd of me, and I of him,
  282. p. 109, line 17But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me eligible to burst forth,
  283. p. 110, line 12I believe the main purport of these States is to found a superb friendship, exaltè, previously unknown,
  284. p. 110, line 15But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is certain one way or another,
  285. p. 110, line 21Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine?
  286. p. 111, line 10Some are baffled, but that one is not—that one knows me.
  287. p. 111, line 16Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
  288. p. 111, line 19How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;
  289. p. 111, line 21O I never doubt whether that is really me.
  290. p. 112, line 4Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me,
  291. p. 112, line 21Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east—America is provided for in the west,
  292. p. 112, line 24Within me is the longest day, the sun wheels in slanting rings, it does not set for months,
  293. p. 114, line 3I see distant lands, as real and near to the inhabitants of them as my land is to me.
  294. p. 116, line 6This is not my true country, I have lived banish'd from my true country, I now go back there,
  295. p. 119, line 21Each of us here as divinely as any is here.
  296. p. 121, line 5The earth, that is sufficient,
  297. p. 121, line 11I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
  298. p. 121, line 13You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,
  299. p. 121, line 14I believe that much unseen is also here.
  300. p. 122, line 10The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
  301. p. 123, line 15It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
  302. p. 123, line 19Here is the test of wisdom,
  303. p. 123, line 20Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
  304. p. 123, line 22Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,
  305. p. 123, line 23Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,
  306. p. 123, line 24Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things;
  307. p. 123, line 25Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.
  308. p. 124, line 1Here is realization,
  309. p. 124, line 2Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him,
  310. p. 124, line 5Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?
  311. p. 124, line 6Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?
  312. p. 124, line 7Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion'd, it is apropos;
  313. p. 124, line 8Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?
  314. p. 124, line 10Here is the efflux of the soul,
  315. p. 124, line 17What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?
  316. p. 124, line 21The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,
  317. p. 124, line 25The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of man and woman,
  318. p. 125, line 7The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
  319. p. 125, line 27No diseas'd person, no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted here.
  320. p. 126, line 6You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
  321. p. 127, line 1Allons! to that which is endless as it was beginningless,
  322. p. 127, line 17All religion, all solid things, arts, governments—all that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of souls along the grand roads of the universe.
  323. p. 127, line 18Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads of the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and sustenance.
  324. p. 128, line 4It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it.
  325. 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.
  326. p. 128, line 23My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion,
  327. p. 128, line 26Allons! the road is before us!
  328. p. 128, line 27It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain'd!
  329. p. 130, line 10Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,
  330. p. 131, line 13What is it then between us?
  331. p. 131, line 14What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?
  332. p. 131, line 15Whatever it is, it avails not—distance avails not, and place avails not,
  333. p. 131, line 24It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall,
  334. p. 132, line 3Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil,
  335. p. 132, line 18The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like,
  336. p. 133, line 2What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
  337. p. 133, line 6What the study could not teach—what the preaching could not accomplish is accomplish'd, is it not?
  338. p. 133, line 17Play the old role, the role that is great or small according as one makes it!
  339. p. 134, line 5Expand, being than which none else is perhaps more spiritual,
  340. p. 134, line 6Keep your places, objects than which none else is more lasting.
  341. p. 134, line 11We fathom you not—we love you—there is perfection in you also,
  342. p. 134, line 21Him all wait for, him all yield up to, his word is decisive and final,
  343. p. 135, line 6Nothing for any one but what is for him, near and far are for him, the ships in the offing,
  344. p. 135, line 11He is the Answerer,
  345. p. 135, line 13A man is a summons and challenge,
  346. p. 135, line 14(It is vain to skulk—do you hear that mocking and laughter? do you hear the ironical echoes?)
  347. p. 135, line 19His welcome is universal, the flow of beauty is not more welcome or universal than he is,
  348. p. 135, line 20The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.
  349. p. 136, line 2One part does not counteract another part, he is the joiner, he sees how they join.
  350. p. 136, line 5And both understand him and know that his speech is right.
  351. p. 136, line 7He walks among the Congress, and one Representative says to another, Here is our equal appearing and new.
  352. p. 136, line 12No matter what the work is, that he is the one to follow it or has follow'd it,
  353. p. 136, line 17The Italian or Frenchman is sure, the German is sure, the Spaniard is sure, and the island Cuban is sure,
  354. p. 137, line 2What always indicates the poet is the crowd of the pleasant company of singers, and their words,
  355. p. 137, line 6He is the glory and extract thus far of things and of the human race.
  356. p. 137, line 10The singers of successive hours of centuries may have ostensible names, but the name of each of them is one of the singers,
  357. p. 137, line 11The name of each is, eye-singer, ear-singer, head-singer, sweet-singer, night-singer, parlor-singer, love-singer, weird-singer, or something else.
  358. p. 137, line 15The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and fathers,
  359. p. 139, line 9On solid land what is done in cities as the bells strike midnight together,
  360. p. 140, line 1There are the negroes at work in good health, the ground in all directions is cover'd with pine straw;
  361. 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;
  362. 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,
  363. p. 142, line 16O the joy of my spirit—it is uncaged—it darts like lightning!
  364. p. 142, line 17It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,
  365. 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.
  366. p. 143, line 25Is the tide out? I join the group of clam-diggers on the flats,
  367. p. 144, line 14My left foot is on the gunwale, my right arm throws far out the coils of slender rope,
  368. p. 145, line 22Again we back off, I see him settle again, the life is leaving him fast,
  369. p. 146, line 2How clear is my mind—how all people draw nigh to me!
  370. p. 146, line 4What beauty is this that descends upon me and rises out of me?
  371. p. 146, line 13Proved to me this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see,
  372. p. 147, line 29How it is I know not—yet behold! the something which obeys none of the rest,
  373. p. 147, line 30It is offensive, never defensive—yet how magnetic it draws.
  374. p. 149, line 14The irregular tapping of rain down on the leaves after the storm is lull'd,
  375. p. 151, line 30And the future is no more uncertain than the present,
  376. p. 152, line 11A great city is that which has the greatest men and women,
  377. p. 152, line 12If it be a few ragged huts it is still the greatest city in the whole world.
  378. p. 152, line 13The place where a great city stands is not the place of stretch'd wharves, docks, manufactures, deposits of produce merely,
  379. p. 152, line 16Nor the place of the best libraries and schools, nor the place where money is plentiest,
  380. p. 152, line 19Where the city stands that is belov'd by these, and loves them in return and understands them,
  381. p. 152, line 21Where thrift is in its place, and prudence is in its place,
  382. p. 153, line 2Where the citizen is always the head and ideal, and President, Mayor, Governor and what not, are agents for pay,
  383. p. 153, line 4Where equanimity is illustrated in affairs,
  384. p. 153, line 16A strong being is the proof of the race and of the ability of the universe,
  385. p. 153, line 20What is your money-making now? what can it do now?
  386. p. 153, line 21What is your respectability now?
  387. p. 153, line 25A sterile landscape covers the ore, there is as good as the best for all the forbidding appearance,
  388. p. 153, line 26There is the mine, there are the miners,
  389. p. 153, line 27The forge-furnace is there, the melt is accomplish'd, the hammersmen are at hand with their tongs and hammers,
  390. p. 153, line 28What always served and always serves is at hand.
  391. p. 154, line 20Whose is that blood upon you so wet and sticky?)
  392. p. 154, line 26The seed is spare, nevertheless the crop shall never run out,
  393. p. 157, line 11She knows the thoughts as she passes, nothing is conceal'd from her,
  394. p. 157, line 12She is none the less considerate or friendly therefor,
  395. p. 157, line 13She is the best belov'd, it is without exception, she has no reason to fear and she does not fear,
  396. p. 157, line 15She is silent, she is possess'd of herself, they do not offend her,
  397. p. 157, line 16She receives them as the laws of Nature receive them, she is strong,
  398. p. 157, line 17She too is a law of Nature—there is no law stronger than she is.
  399. p. 157, line 25How near his work is holding him to God,
  400. p. 158, line 1But to bring perhaps from afar what is already founded,
  401. 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,)
  402. p. 161, line 7You shall see the various grains and how flour is made and then bread baked by the bakers,
  403. p. 161, line 9You shall watch how the printer sets type, and learn what a composing-stick is,
  404. p. 165, line 15(For the blood of the children, what is it, only the blood maternal?
  405. p. 165, line 17While we rehearse our measureless wealth, it is for thee, dear Mother,
  406. 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!
  407. p. 170, line 3If your lover, husband, wife, is welcome by day or night, I must be personally as welcome,
  408. p. 170, line 9Is it you then that thought yourself less?
  409. p. 170, line 10Is it you that thought the President greater than you?
  410. p. 170, line 16Souls of men and women! it is not you I call unseen, unheard, untouchable and untouching,
  411. p. 170, line 17It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to settle whether you are alive or no,
  412. p. 170, line 21The wife, and she is not one jot less than the husband,
  413. p. 170, line 22The daughter, and she is just as good as the son,
  414. p. 170, line 23The mother, and she is every bit as much as the father.
  415. p. 171, line 6There is something that comes to one now and perpetually,
  416. p. 171, line 7It is not what is printed, preach'd, discussed, it eludes discussion and print,
  417. p. 171, line 8It is not to be put in a book, it is not in this book,
  418. p. 171, line 9It is for you whoever you are, it is no farther from you than your hearing and sight are from you,
  419. p. 171, line 10It is hinted by nearest, commonest, readiest, it is ever provoked by them.
  420. p. 171, line 16The apple-shaped earth and we upon it, surely the drift of them is something grand,
  421. p. 171, line 17I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness,
  422. p. 171, line 18And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation or bon-mot or reconnoissance,
  423. p. 171, line 19And that it is not something which by luck may turn out well for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,
  424. p. 172, line 8Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables, or agriculture itself?
  425. p. 172, line 18It is not they who give the life, it is you who give the life,
  426. p. 172, line 21The President is there in the White House for you, it is not you who are here for him,
  427. 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,
  428. p. 173, line 7All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it,
  429. p. 173, line 9All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments,
  430. p. 173, line 10It is not the violins and the cornets, it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza, nor that of the men's chorus, nor that of the women's chorus,
  431. p. 173, line 11It is nearer and farther than they.
  432. p. 173, line 13Can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking-glass? is there nothing greater or more?
  433. 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,
  434. p. 174, line 10The brewery, brewing, the malt, the vats, every thing that is done by brewers, wine-makers, vinegar-makers,
  435. p. 175, line 6I do not affirm that what you see beyond is futile, I do not advise you to stop,
  436. p. 176, line 11I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate with theirs—my name is nothing to them,
  437. p. 176, line 15The workmanship of souls is by those inaudible words of the earth,
  438. p. 176, line 17Amelioration is one of the earth's words,
  439. p. 176, line 20It is not half beautiful only, defects and excrescences show just as much as perfections show.
  440. p. 176, line 21The earth does not withhold, it is generous enough,
  441. p. 177, line 10Is not pathetic, has no arrangements,
  442. p. 178, line 22Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid,
  443. p. 178, line 25For none more than you is immortality.
  444. p. 178, line 26Each man to himself and each woman to herself, is the word of the past and present, and the true word of immortality;
  445. p. 178, line 29The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him,
  446. p. 178, line 30The teaching is to the teacher, and comes back most to him,
  447. p. 179, line 1The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him,
  448. p. 179, line 2The theft is to the thief, and comes back most to him,
  449. p. 179, line 3The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him,
  450. p. 179, line 4The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him—it cannot fail,
  451. p. 179, line 5The oration is to the orator, the acting is to the actor and actress not to the audience,
  452. p. 179, line 9I swear there is no greatness or power that does not emulate those of the earth,
  453. p. 179, line 11No politics, song, religion, behavior, or what not, is of account, unless it compare with the amplitude of the earth,
  454. p. 179, line 14It is that which contains itself, which never invites and never refuses.
  455. p. 179, line 19I swear I see what is better than to tell the best,
  456. p. 179, line 20It is always to leave the best untold.
  457. p. 179, line 22My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots,
  458. p. 180, line 1The best of the earth cannot be told anyhow, all or any is best,
  459. p. 180, line 2It is not what you anticipated, it is cheaper, easier, nearer,
  460. p. 180, line 4The earth is just as positive and direct as it was before,
  461. p. 180, line 6But the soul is also real, it too is positive and direct,
  462. p. 180, line 16Work on, age after age, nothing is to be lost,
  463. p. 180, line 21The greatest among them shall be he who best knows you, and encloses all and is faithful to all,
  464. p. 181, line 9None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is waiting.
  465. p. 181, line 28Only the good is universal.
  466. p. 182, line 2An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,
  467. p. 182, line 9Soothing each lull a strain is heard, just heard,
  468. p. 183, line 1Is it a dream?
  469. p. 184, line 27Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill'd,
  470. p. 187, line 9(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?)
  471. p. 187, line 16There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you,
  472. p. 187, line 17There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you,
  473. p. 187, line 18No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,
  474. p. 188, line 1These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress over them,
  475. p. 188, line 5Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing is scanted,
  476. p. 189, line 5For I guess there is latent music yet in France, floods of it,
  477. p. 190, line 15O I see life is not short, but immeasurably long,
  478. p. 191, line 18As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this chant,
  479. p. 192, line 11O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You,
  480. p. 192, line 15All swings around us, there is as much darkness as light,
  481. p. 192, line 20I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part.
  482. p. 192, line 28And that to-day is what it must be, and that America is,
  483. p. 193, line 6And that where I am or you are this present day, there is the centre of all days, all races,
  484. p. 193, line 7And there is the meaning to us of all that has ever come of races and days, or ever will come.
  485. p. 194, line 1When Broadway is entirely given up to foot-passengers and foot-standers, when the mass is densest,
  486. p. 194, line 4When the summons is made, when the answer that waited thousands of years answers,
  487. p. 194, line 25Geography, the world, is in it,
  488. p. 196, line 1The sign is reversing, the orb is enclosed,
  489. p. 196, line 2The ring is circled, the journey is done,
  490. p. 196, line 3The box-lid is but perceptibly open'd, nevertheless the perfume pours copiously out of the whole box.
  491. p. 198, line 29It is lagging—O I think it is heavy with love, with love.
  492. p. 198, line 33What is that little black thing I see there in the white?
  493. p. 199, line 2Surely you must know who is here, is here,
  494. p. 199, line 5What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?
  495. p. 199, line 6O it is the shape, the shape of my mate!
  496. p. 199, line 32This gentle call is for you my love, for you.
  497. p. 199, line 34That is the whistle of the wind, it is not my voice,
  498. p. 200, line 1That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray,
  499. p. 200, line 29Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? or is it really to me?
  500. p. 201, line 13Subtle, sent up—what is it?—I listen;
  501. p. 201, line 15Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?
  502. p. 203, line 8You fish-shaped island, I take what is underfoot,
  503. p. 203, line 9What is yours is mine my father.
  504. p. 204, line 18O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears?
  505. p. 204, line 19What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand?
  506. p. 206, line 21Something there is,
  507. p. 206, line 24Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
  508. p. 208, line 30(That in the distance! is that a wreck? is the red signal flaring?)
  509. p. 210, line 5Why this is indeed a show—it has called the dead out of the earth!
  510. p. 210, line 10What troubles you Yankee phantoms? what is all this chattering of bare gums?
  511. p. 210, line 18Is this hour with the living too dead for you?
  512. p. 210, line 22But there is one thing that belongs here—shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?
  513. p. 211, line 1Find a swift Yankee clipper—here is freight for you, black-bellied clipper,
  514. p. 211, line 9You have got your revenge, old buster—the crown is come to its own, and more than its own.
  515. p. 211, line 11You are mighty cute—and here is one of your bargains.
  516. p. 212, line 25Is the house shut? is the master away?
  517. p. 213, line 1HOLD it up sternly—see this it sends back, (who is it? is it you?)
  518. p. 215, line 10ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages,
  519. p. 215, line 13And that what is less than they must sooner or later lift off from these States.
  520. p. 216, line 19Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality,
  521. p. 216, line 20And the vast all that is call'd Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead.
  522. p. 217, line 5He is lean and sinewy with muscular legs,
  523. p. 217, line 6He is thinly clothed, he leans forward as he runs,
  524. 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.
  525. p. 218, line 12LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?
  526. p. 218, line 13Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
  527. p. 219, line 3Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that the President?
  528. p. 220, line 19(Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does she speak to detain him,)
  529. p. 221, line 1War! an arm'd race is advancing! the welcome for battle, no turning away;
  530. p. 221, line 2War! be it weeks, months, or years, an arm'd race is advancing to welcome it.
  531. p. 222, line 7Into the school where the scholar is studying;
  532. p. 223, line 16Where the banner at daybreak is flapping.
  533. p. 223, line 19My song is there in the open air, and I must sing,
  534. p. 224, line 3Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
  535. p. 224, line 11Fresh and rosy red the sun is mounting high,
  536. p. 224, line 25O father it is alive—it is full of people—it has children,
  537. p. 224, line 26O now it seems to me it is talking to its children,
  538. p. 224, line 27I hear it—it talks to me—O it is wonderful!
  539. p. 224, line 29It is so broad it covers the whole sky.
  540. p. 225, line 2What you are saying is sorrowful to me, much it displeases me;
  541. p. 226, line 24Little you know what it is this day, and after this day, forever,
  542. p. 226, line 25It is to gain nothing, but risk and defy every thing,
  543. p. 227, line 15My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last,
  544. p. 228, line 11I too leave the rest—great as it is, it is nothing—houses, machines are nothing—I see them not,
  545. p. 229, line 11Something for us is pouring now more than Niagara pouring,
  546. p. 231, line 12I chant and celebrate all that is yours—yet peace no more,
  547. p. 231, line 13In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine,
  548. p. 231, line 14War, red war is my song through your streets, O city!
  549. p. 231, line 16The hill-top is nigh, but a few steps, (make room gentlemen,)
  550. p. 231, line 22There is the camp, one regiment departs to-morrow,
  551. p. 232, line 13But a battle which I took part in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it,
  552. p. 232, line 15Aye, this is the ground,
  553. p. 234, line 23And is this the ground Washington trod?
  554. p. 234, line 29It is the 27th of August and the British have landed,
  555. p. 237, line 9O this is not our son's writing, yet his name is sign'd,
  556. p. 237, line 22While they stand at home at the door he is dead already,
  557. p. 237, line 23The only son is dead.
  558. 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,)
  559. p. 239, line 12I stanch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white as a lily,)
  560. p. 240, line 14Young man I think I know you—I think this face is the face of the Christ himself,
  561. p. 242, line 15So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the imprints off the sand,
  562. p. 243, line 12His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the bloody stump,
  563. p. 246, line 3On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking,
  564. p. 246, line 17For the son is brought with the father,
  565. p. 249, line 12A little child, they caught me as the savage beast is caught,
  566. p. 249, line 17What is it fateful woman, so blear, hardly human?
  567. p. 251, line 1For my enemy is dead; a man divine as myself is dead,
  568. p. 251, line 22And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me,
  569. p. 251, line 23And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me;
  570. p. 251, line 24Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,
  571. p. 252, line 14The drum-corps' rattle is ever to me sweet music, I love well the martial dirge,
  572. p. 253, line 1SPIRIT whose work is done—spirit of dreadful hours!
  573. p. 253, line 27Your mission is fulfill'd—but I, more warlike,
  574. p. 254, line 7TURN O Libertad, for the war is over,
  575. p. 254, line 18Is swiftly, surely preparing for you.
  576. p. 255, line 6But the hot sun of the South is to fully ripen my songs.
  577. p. 256, line 5A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.
  578. p. 260, line 27When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead,
  579. p. 262, line 21O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
  580. p. 262, line 22The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
  581. p. 262, line 23The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
  582. p. 262, line 30Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
  583. p. 263, line 5It is some dream that on the deck,
  584. p. 263, line 9The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
  585. p. 264, line 12A breed whose proof is in time and deeds,
  586. p. 264, line 13What we are we are, nativity is answer enough to objections,
  587. p. 264, line 14We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded,
  588. p. 264, line 20Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves,
  589. p. 264, line 24It is by ourselves we go down to eternal night.)
  590. p. 265, line 1All is eligible to all,
  591. p. 265, line 2All is for individuals, all is for you,
  592. p. 265, line 3No condition is prohibited, not God's or any.
  593. p. 266, line 10Here is not merely a nation but a teeming Nation of nations,
  594. p. 266, line 12Here is what moves in magnificent masses careless of particulars,
  595. p. 266, line 27Spanning between them East and West, and touching whatever is between them,
  596. p. 268, line 17Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive and ever keeps vista,
  597. p. 268, line 24But damn that which spends itself with no thought of the stain, pains, dismay, feebleness, it is bequeathing.)
  598. p. 269, line 2To hold men together by paper and seal or by compulsion is no account,
  599. p. 269, line 9Of these States the poet is the equable man,
  600. p. 269, line 11Nothing out of its place is good, nothing in its place is bad,
  601. p. 269, line 13He is the arbiter of the diverse, he is the key,
  602. p. 269, line 14He is the equalizer of his age and land,
  603. 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,
  604. p. 269, line 19He is no arguer, he is judgment, (Nature accepts him absolutely,)
  605. p. 269, line 23In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent,
  606. p. 270, line 6Without extinction is Liberty, without retrograde is Equality,
  607. p. 270, line 10That, O my brethren, that is the mission of poets.
  608. p. 270, line 25The place is august, the terms obdurate.
  609. p. 271, line 15What is this you bring my America?
  610. p. 271, line 16Is it uniform with my country?
  611. p. 271, line 17Is it not something that has been better told or done before?
  612. p. 271, line 19Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness?—is the good old cause in it?
  613. p. 271, line 21Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here?
  614. p. 272, line 10America justifies itself, give it time, no disguise can deceive it or conceal from it, it is impassive enough,
  615. p. 272, line 12If its poets appear it will in due time advance to meet them, there is no fear of mistake,
  616. p. 272, line 15The blood of the brawn beloved of time is unconstraint;
  617. p. 272, line 17He or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original practical example.
  618. p. 272, line 20There will shortly be no more priests, I say their work is done,
  619. p. 272, line 21Death is without emergencies here, but life is perpetual emergencies here,
  620. p. 273, line 21It is not the earth, it is not America who is so great,
  621. p. 273, line 22It is I who am great or to be great, it is You up there, or any one,
  622. p. 273, line 23It is to walk rapidly through civilizations, governments, theories,
  623. p. 273, line 26I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals,
  624. p. 273, line 27The American compact is altogether with individuals,
  625. p. 273, line 28The only government is that which makes minute of individuals,
  626. p. 273, line 29The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual—namely to You.
  627. p. 274, line 7Underneath all is the Expression of love for men and women,
  628. p. 274, line 13Underneath all to me is myself, to you yourself, (the same monotonous old song.)
  629. p. 274, line 14O I see flashing that this America is only you and me,
  630. p. 274, line 17Its Congress is you and me, the officers, capitols, armies, ships, are you and me,
  631. p. 275, line 7I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
  632. p. 275, line 9This is what I have learnt from America—it is the amount, and it I teach again.
  633. p. 275, line 22America isolated yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself?
  634. p. 275, line 24I know now why the earth is gross, tantalizing, wicked, it is for my sake,
  635. p. 276, line 13(For the war the war is over, the field is clear'd,)
  636. p. 276, line 16Bards of the great Idea! bards of the peaceful inventions! (for the war, the war is over!)
  637. p. 278, line 14Is acted God's calm annual drama,
  638. p. 279, line 8Thou all-acceptress—thou hospitable, (thou only art hospitable as God is hospitable.)
  639. p. 280, line 9But most in the open air as now when my soul is rapt and at peace, like pleasing phantoms,
  640. p. 283, line 19Affection that will not be gainsay'd, the sense of what is real, the thought if after all it should prove unreal,
  641. p. 283, line 21Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
  642. p. 284, line 17For know you the one you mourn is not in that grave,
  643. p. 284, line 19The Lord is not dead, he is risen again young and strong in another country,
  644. p. 285, line 24Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour dead?
  645. p. 286, line 15The new-born of animals appear, the calf is dropt from the cow, the colt from the mare,
  646. p. 286, line 18The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata of sour dead.
  647. p. 286, line 21That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me,
  648. p. 286, line 22That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues,
  649. p. 286, line 24That all is clean forever and forever,
  650. p. 287, line 1Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient,
  651. p. 287, line 8Keep on—Liberty is to be subserv'd whatever occurs;
  652. p. 287, line 9That is nothing that is quell'd by one or two failures, or any number of failures,
  653. p. 287, line 13Invites no one, promises nothing, sits in calmness and light, is positive and composed, knows no discouragement,
  654. p. 287, line 25The cause is asleep, the strongest throats are choked with their own blood,
  655. p. 288, line 1When liberty goes out of a place it is not the first to go, nor the second or third to go,
  656. p. 288, line 2It waits for all the rest to go, it is the last.
  657. p. 288, line 9I do not know what you are for, (I do not know what I am for myself, nor what any thing is for,)
  658. p. 288, line 13So it is—but now it seems to me, when it cannot be help'd, that defeat is great,
  659. p. 289, line 23The soul is of itself,
  660. p. 290, line 1All that a person does, says, thinks, is of consequence,
  661. p. 290, line 4The indirect is just as much as the direct,
  662. p. 290, line 10No specification is necessary, all that a male or female does, that is vigorous, benevolent, clean, is so much profit to him or her,
  663. p. 290, line 13Savage, felon, President, judge, farmer, sailor, mechanic, literat, young, old, it is the same,
  664. p. 291, line 3All that is well thought or said this day on any part of the globe, or on any of the wandering stars, or on any of the fix'd stars, by those there as we are here,
  665. p. 291, line 4All that is henceforth to be thought or done by you whoever you are, or by any one,
  666. p. 291, line 10Whatever satisfies souls is true;
  667. p. 291, line 16What is prudence is indivisible,
  668. p. 294, line 4All that is jocund and sparkling, the brooks running,
  669. p. 294, line 10For spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it and from it?
  670. p. 297, line 13After these and more, it is just possible there comes to a man, a woman, the divine power to speak words;
  671. p. 297, line 17O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
  672. p. 297, line 21Where is the practis'd and perfect organ? where is the develop'd soul?
  673. p. 298, line 12We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the disputers nor any thing that is asserted,
  674. p. 299, line 15What do you suppose creation is?
  675. 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?
  676. p. 299, line 18And that there is no God any more divine than Yourself?
  677. p. 299, line 19And that that is what the oldest and newest myths finally mean?
  678. p. 300, line 6It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them I neither accept nor reject,)
  679. p. 300, line 7It is no more in the legends than in all else,
  680. p. 300, line 8It is in the present—it is this earth to-day,
  681. p. 300, line 9It is in Democracy—(the purport and aim of all the past,)
  682. p. 300, line 10It is the life of one man or one woman to-day—the average man of to-day,
  683. p. 300, line 11It is in languages, social customs, literatures, arts,
  684. p. 300, line 12It is in the broad show of artificial things, ships, machinery, politics, creeds, modern improvements, and the interchange of nations,
  685. p. 300, line 18And of each one the core of life, namely happiness, is full of the rotten excrement of maggots,
  686. p. 301, line 17To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
  687. p. 301, line 18Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
  688. p. 301, line 19Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
  689. p. 301, line 21To me the sea is a continual miracle,
  690. p. 302, line 11IS reform needed? is it through you?
  691. p. 302, line 14Do you not see how it would serve to have such a body and soul that when you enter the crowd an atmosphere of desire and command enters with you, and every one is impress'd with your Personality?
  692. p. 302, line 18UNFOLDED out of the folds of the woman man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded,
  693. p. 302, line 19Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth is to come the superbest man of the earth,
  694. p. 302, line 20Unfolded out of the friendliest woman is to come the friendliest man,
  695. p. 303, line 5Unfolded out of the justice of the woman all justice is unfolded,
  696. p. 303, line 6Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all sympathy;
  697. p. 303, line 7A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity, but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman;
  698. p. 303, line 8First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be shaped in himself.
  699. p. 303, line 13WHO includes diversity and is Nature,
  700. p. 303, line 14Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also,
  701. p. 303, line 16Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover,
  702. p. 304, line 12It is no lesson—it lets down the bars to a good lesson,
  703. p. 304, line 19I cannot say to any person what I hear—I cannot say it to myself—it is very wonderful.
  704. 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,
  705. p. 305, line 1I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman,
  706. p. 305, line 2Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman,
  707. p. 305, line 4Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is immortal;
  708. 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,
  709. 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.
  710. p. 305, line 7And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see each other, is every bit as wonderful.
  711. p. 305, line 8And that I can think such thoughts as these is just as wonderful,
  712. p. 305, line 9And that I can remind you, and you think them and know them to be true, is just as wonderful.
  713. p. 305, line 10And that the moon spins round the earth and on with the earth, is equally wonderful,
  714. p. 305, line 11And that they balance themselves with the sun and stars is equally wonderful.
  715. p. 307, line 15See you! on the farms hereabout a hundred oxen young and old, and he is the man who has tamed them,
  716. p. 308, line 14(As George Fox rais'd his warning cry, "Is it this pile of brick and mortar, these dead floors, windows, rails, you call the church?
  717. p. 308, line 15Why this is not the church at all—the church is living, ever living souls.")
  718. p. 310, line 1IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
  719. p. 310, line 2It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
  720. p. 310, line 5Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself,
  721. p. 310, line 27Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend,
  722. p. 313, line 4Song of the dying swan, Fernando's heart is breaking.
  723. p. 315, line 30For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?
  724. p. 318, line 21Who bind it to us? what is this separate Nature so unnatural?
  725. p. 318, line 22What is this earth to our affections? (unloving earth, without a throb to answer ours,
  726. p. 320, line 23Is the deferment long? bitter the slander, poverty, death?
  727. p. 324, line 15The end I know not, it is all in Thee,
  728. p. 325, line 1Is it the prophet's thought I speak, or am I raving?
  729. p. 326, line 3The murderer that is to be hung next day, how does he sleep?
  730. p. 326, line 14I saw that it was beautiful, and I see that what is not the earth is beautiful.
  731. p. 326, line 18I am a dance—play up there! the fit is whirling me fast!
  732. p. 326, line 19I am the ever-laughing—it is new moon and twilight,
  733. p. 326, line 21Cache and cache again deep in the ground and sea, and where it is neither ground nor sea.
  734. p. 327, line 2My truant lover has come, and it is dark.
  735. p. 327, line 17It is my face yellow and wrinkled instead of the old woman's,
  736. p. 327, line 19It is I too, the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,
  737. p. 327, line 22It is dark here under ground, it is not evil or pain here, it is blank here, for reasons.
  738. p. 327, line 24Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave let him know he has enough.)
  739. p. 328, line 8He is baffled, bang'd, bruis'd, he holds out while his strength holds out,
  740. p. 328, line 10His beautiful body is borne in the circling eddies, it is continually bruis'd on rocks,
  741. p. 328, line 11Swiftly and out of sight is borne the brave corpse.
  742. p. 328, line 14The beach is cut by the razory ice-wind, the wreck-guns sound,
  743. p. 328, line 19I search with the crowd, not one of the company is wash'd to us alive,
  744. p. 329, line 1His face is cold and damp, he cannot repress the weeping drops,
  745. p. 329, line 2He lifts the glass perpetually to his eyes, the color is blanch'd from his cheeks,
  746. p. 329, line 4The same at last and at last when peace is declared,
  747. p. 330, line 9The fugitive returns unharm'd, the immigrant is back beyond months and years,
  748. p. 330, line 11They warmly welcome him, he is barefoot again, he forgets he is well off,
  749. p. 330, line 19The affectionate boy, the husband and wife, the voter, the nominee that is chosen and the nominee that has fail'd,
  750. p. 330, line 24The consumptive, the erysipalite, the idiot, he that is wrong'd,
  751. p. 330, line 26I swear they are averaged now—one is no better than the other,
  752. p. 331, line 2Every one that sleeps is beautiful, every thing in the dim light is beautiful,
  753. p. 331, line 3The wildest and bloodiest is over, and all is peace.
  754. p. 331, line 4Peace is always beautiful,
  755. p. 331, line 7The soul is always beautiful, it appears more or it appears less, it comes or it lags behind,
  756. p. 331, line 11The soul is always beautiful,
  757. p. 331, line 12The universe is duly in order, every thing is in its place,
  758. p. 331, line 13What has arrived is in its place and what waits shall be in its place,
  759. p. 332, line 2The breath of the boy goes with the breath of the man, friend is inarm'd by friend,
  760. p. 332, line 3The scholar kisses the teacher and the teacher kisses the scholar, the wrong'd is made right,
  761. p. 332, line 4The call of the slave is one with the master's call, and the master salutes the slave,
  762. p. 332, line 5The felon steps forth from the prison, the insane becomes sane, the suffering of sick persons is reliev'd,
  763. p. 332, line 6The sweatings and fevers stop, the throat that was unsound is sound, the lungs of the consumptive are resumed, the poor distress'd head is free,
  764. p. 333, line 6Is to-day nothing? is the beginningless past nothing?
  765. p. 333, line 7If the future is nothing they are just as surely nothing.
  766. p. 333, line 22It is palpable as the living are palpable.
  767. p. 334, line 6He that was President was buried, and he that is now President shall surely be buried.
  768. p. 334, line 14The gate is pass'd, the new-dug grave is halted at, the living alight, the hearse uncloses,
  769. 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,
  770. p. 334, line 16The mound above is flatted with the spades—silence,
  771. p. 334, line 17A minute—no one moves or speaks—it is done,
  772. p. 334, line 18He is decently put away—is there any thing more?
  773. p. 335, line 6To think how much pleasure there is,
  774. p. 335, line 13What will be will be well, for what is is well,
  775. p. 335, line 14To take interest is well, and not to take interest shall be well.
  776. p. 335, line 17The difference between sin and goodness is no delusion,
  777. p. 335, line 18The earth is not an echo, man and his life and all the things of his life are well-consider'd.
  778. p. 335, line 21It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father, it is to identify you,
  779. p. 336, line 1It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided,
  780. p. 336, line 2Something long preparing and formless is arrived and form'd in you,
  781. p. 336, line 4The threads that were spun are gather'd, the weft crosses the warp, the pattern is systematic.
  782. p. 336, line 7The guest that was coming, he waited long, he is now housed,
  783. p. 336, line 8He is one of those who are beautiful and happy, he is one of those that to look upon and be with is enough.
  784. p. 336, line 11The law of the living cannot be eluded, it is eternal,
  785. p. 336, line 20But there is more account than that, there is strict account of all.
  786. p. 337, line 3For I have dream'd that the law they are under now is enough.
  787. p. 337, line 5Is to form and decide identity for the unknown life, the permanent.
  788. p. 337, line 12Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good,
  789. p. 337, line 13The whole universe indicates that it is good,
  790. p. 337, line 14The past and the present indicate that it is good.
  791. p. 337, line 17What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,
  792. p. 337, line 22I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
  793. p. 337, line 23That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and the cohering is for it!
  794. p. 337, line 24And all preparation is for it—and identity is for it—and life and materials are altogether for it!
  795. p. 338, line 3Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
  796. p. 338, line 8Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,
  797. p. 338, line 20(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)
  798. p. 338, line 27Some soul is passing over.)
  799. p. 339, line 16From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes—lo! Hermes I—lo! mine is Hercules' face,
  800. p. 340, line 25The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house is now,)
  801. p. 341, line 11Matter is conqueror—matter, triumphant only, continues onward.
  802. p. 342, line 1I NEED no assurances, I am a man who is pre-occupied of his own soul;
  803. p. 342, line 9(Did you think Life was so well provided for, and Death, the purport of all Life, is not well provided for?)
  804. p. 342, line 11I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any time, is provided for in the inherences of things,
  805. p. 342, line 16One's-self must never give way—that is the final substance—that out of all is sure,
  806. p. 342, line 18When shows break up what but One's-Self is sure?
  807. p. 344, line 9I am exact and merciless, but I love you—there is no escape for you.
  808. p. 344, line 14I absolve you from all except yourself spiritual bodily, that is eternal, you yourself will surely escape,
  809. p. 344, line 20I exclude others from you, there is nothing to be commiserated,
  810. p. 344, line 23The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low,
  811. p. 345, line 14AS I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing,
  812. p. 345, line 16Of certain ships, how they sail from port with flying streamers and wafted kisses, and that is the last of them,
  813. p. 345, line 23Is only matter triumphant?
  814. p. 346, line 9(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,
  815. p. 346, line 10Strong is your hold O love.)
  816. p. 346, line 14(Life, life is the tillage, and Death is the harvest according.)
  817. p. 347, line 8But greater still from what is yet to come,
  818. p. 348, line 1Brain of the New World, what a task is thine,
  819. p. 348, line 4(Recast, may-be discard them, end them—may-be their work is done, who knows?)
  820. p. 348, line 15Of value is thy freight, 'tis not the Present only,
  821. p. 348, line 16The Past is also stored in thee,
  822. p. 348, line 18Earth's résumé entire floats on thy keel O ship, is steadied by thy spars,
  823. p. 350, line 20The general inner earth so long so sedulously draped over, now hence for what it is boldly laid bare,
  824. p. 351, line 23The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
  825. p. 353, line 17This now is too lamentable a face for a man,
  826. p. 353, line 20This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage,
  827. p. 353, line 22This face is a haze more chill than the arctic sea,
  828. p. 353, line 24This is a face of bitter herbs, this an emetic, they need no label,
  829. p. 354, line 1This face is an epilepsy, its wordless tongue gives out the unearthly cry,
  830. p. 354, line 5This face is bitten by vermin and worms,
  831. p. 354, line 6And this is some murderer's knife with a half-pull'd scabbard.
  832. p. 354, line 23Out of this face emerge banners and horses—O superb! I see what is coming,
  833. p. 355, line 1This face is a life-boat,
  834. p. 355, line 2This is the face commanding and bearded, it asks no odds of the rest,
  835. p. 355, line 3This face is flavor'd fruit ready for eating,
  836. p. 355, line 4This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme of all good.
  837. p. 355, line 8In each house is the ovum, it comes forth after a thousand years.
  838. p. 355, line 12This is a full-grown lily's face,
  839. p. 355, line 20Lull'd and late is the smoke of the First-day morning,
  840. p. 355, line 27She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.
  841. p. 356, line 1Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen,
  842. p. 357, line 10Love, that is pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang,
  843. p. 357, line 17Love, that is all the earth to lovers—love, that mocks time and space,
  844. p. 357, line 18Love, that is day and night—love, that is sun and moon and stars,
  845. p. 357, line 19Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume,
  846. p. 358, line 17A vigor more than earth's is in thy notes,
  847. p. 360, line 5I see where the live-oak is growing, I see where the yellow-pine, the scented bay-tree, the lemon and orange, the cypress, the graceful palmetto,
  848. p. 360, line 20Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,
  849. p. 361, line 1I see that the word of my city is that word from of old,
  850. p. 361, line 21Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, and can be none, but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon itself,
  851. p. 361, line 23(This is curious and may not be realized immediately, but it must be realized,
  852. 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?
  853. p. 362, line 6And that the truth includes all, and is compact just as much as space is compact,
  854. p. 362, line 7And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth—but that all is truth without exception;
  855. p. 363, line 18And who has been happiest? O I think it is I—I think no one was ever happier than I,
  856. p. 363, line 23And who has receiv'd the love of the most friends? for I know what it is to receive the passionate love of many friends,
  857. p. 364, line 3(For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes, the old, the incessant war?)
  858. p. 368, line 1For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,
  859. p. 368, line 8Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways,
  860. p. 369, line 16They stand for realities—all is as it should be.
  861. p. 369, line 18What else is so real as mine?
  862. p. 369, line 22THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
  863. p. 370, line 7Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?—and yet it is enough, O soul;
  864. p. 370, line 8O soul, we have positively appear'd—that is enough.
  865. p. 371, line 2His daring foot is on land and sea everywhere, he colonizes the Pacific, the archipelagoes,
  866. p. 371, line 6Are all nations communing? is there going to be but one heart to the globe?
  867. p. 371, line 7Is humanity forming en-masse? for lo, tyrants tremble, crowns grow dim,
  868. p. 371, line 10Years prophetical! the space ahead as I walk, as I vainly try to pierce it, is full of phantoms,
  869. p. 372, line 18Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone,
  870. p. 372, line 19But love is not over—and what love, O comrades!
  871. p. 373, line 10How society waits unform'd, and is for a while between things ended and things begun,
  872. p. 373, line 11How America is the continent of glories, and of the triumph of freedom and of the Democracies, and of the fruits of society, and of all that is begun,
  873. p. 374, line 1Of what the feuillage of America is the preparation for—and of what all sights, North, South, East and West, are,
  874. p. 374, line 13(O it lurks in me night and day—what is gain after all to savageness and freedom?)
  875. p. 375, line 19How the water sports and sings! (surely it is alive!)
  876. p. 375, line 21(Surely there is something more in each of the trees, some living soul.)
  877. p. 378, line 8With a mystic army, (is it too order'd forward? is it too only halt ing awhile,
  878. p. 379, line 5(For them, for them have I lived, in them my work is done,)
  879. p. 379, line 17Our life is closed, our life begins,
  880. p. 379, line 19The ship is clear at last, she leaps!
  881. p. 380, line 3Now Voyager depart, (much, much for thee is yet in store,)
  882. p. 380, line 23While my pleasure is yet at the full I whisper So long!
  883. p. 381, line 1I announce that the identity of these States is a single identity only,
  884. p. 382, line 3What is there more, that I lag and pause and crouch extended with unshut mouth?
  885. p. 382, line 4Is there a single final farewell?
  886. p. 382, line 7Camerado, this is no book,
  887. p. 382, line 9(Is it night? are we here together alone?)
  888. p. 382, line 10It is I you hold and who holds you,
  889. p. 386, line 19Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities,
  890. p. 386, line 26Is it not just as great, O soul?
  891. p. 388, line 7After the dazzle of day is gone,
  892. p. 393, line 21Wherever sails a ship, or house is built on land, or day or night,
  893. p. 393, line 25Stands or is rising thy true monument.
  894. p. 396, line 1Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
  895. p. 396, line 21A muffled sonorous sound, a wailing word is borne through the air for a moment,
  896. p. 397, line 5"Is, that we all are onward, onward, speeding slowly, surely bettering,
  897. p. 397, line 6"Life, life an endless march, an endless army, (no halt, but it is duly over,)
  898. p. 397, line 8"All bound as is befitting each—all surely going somewhere."
  899. p. 397, line 10Man's physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing. Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the Muse;—I say the Form complete is worthier far. The Female equally with the Male, I sing.
  900. p. 404, line 9After the supper and talk—after the day is done,
  901. p. 406, line 37[…] L. of G.'s Purport, 420. The Unexpress'd, 421. Grand is the Seen, 421. Unseen Buds, 421. Good-Bye my Fancy […]
  902. p. 407, line 9[…] I am too democratic for such avoidances. Besides, is not the verse-field, as originally plann'd by my theory, now […]
  903. p. 407, line 16[…] at all clear that, as here collated, it is worth printing (certainly I have nothing fresh to write)—I […]
  904. p. 408, line 3[…] the days yet assign'd, and discover if there is anything for the said grim and time-bang'd conch to be […]
  905. p. 408, line 14Then behind all, the deep-down consolation (it is a glum one, but I dare not be sorry for […]
  906. p. 408, line 17[…] palsied old shorn and shell-fish condition of me is the indubitable outcome and growth, now near for 20 years along […]
  907. p. 408, line 31[…] of which, O far-off reader, this whole book is indeed finally but a reminiscent memorial from thence by me […]
  908. p. 409, line 17Is when its proper place arrives—and for its meaning,
  909. p. 411, line 1SOMEHOW I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is,
  910. p. 411, line 6Is the odor exhaled? Are the colors, vitalities, dead?
  911. p. 411, line 11It is not yet dead to me, nor even pallid.
  912. p. 412, line 10(Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) Is there no shot left,
  913. p. 413, line 37[…] dead soldier's example as it passes my mind, is worth taking notice of. If the war had continued any […]
  914. p. 414, line 6(Thou hast, O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond the rest—and this is of them,)
  915. p. 414, line 23Haply our New World's chieftest debt is to old poems.)
  916. p. 415, line 15WELCOME, Brazilian brother—thy ample place is ready;
  917. p. 416, line 17Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;
  918. p. 416, line 18But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled, Nay, he is mine alone;
  919. p. 418, line 26In which and upon which we float, and every one of us is buoy'd.
  920. p. 419, line 2Allah is all, all, all—is immanent in every life and object,
  921. p. 419, line 3May-be at many and many-a-more removes—yet Allah, Allah, Allah is there.
  922. p. 419, line 4"Has the estray wander'd far? Is the reason-why strangely hidden?
  923. p. 419, line 8"It is the central urge in every atom,
  924. p. 419, line 13How cheap is health! how cheap nobility!
  925. p. 419, line 24(What is the part the wicked and the loathesome bear within earth's orbic scheme?)
  926. p. 420, line 5(Account for it or not—credit or not—it is all true,
  927. p. 421, line 11GRAND is the seen, the light, to me—grand are the sky and stars,
  928. p. 421, line 12Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space,
  929. p. 422, line 7The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,
  930. p. 422, line 16May-be it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs, (who knows?)
  931. p. 422, line 17May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning—so now finally,
  932. p. 425, line 6[…] sailors', soldiers' trying scenes on land or sea, is the résumé of them, or any of them, long afterwards […]
  933. p. 426, line 3[…] two or three pretty serious special official buffetings—is all probably no more than I ought to have expected […]
  934. p. 426, line 11[…] uncompromising—this little phalanx!—for being so few) is that, unstopp'd and unwarp'd by any influence outside the soul […]
  935. p. 426, line 19[…] any results.) In the second place, the volume is a sortie—whether to prove triumphant, and conquer its field […]
  936. p. 427, line 3Perhaps this is in brief, or suggests, all I have sought to do […]
  937. p. 427, line 5[…] area and points of view, "Leaves of Grass " is, or seeks to be, simply a faithful and doubtless self-will'd […]
  938. p. 427, line 30[…] page of my verses, compared with establish'd poems, is their different relative attitude towards God, towards the objective universe […]
  939. p. 427, line 35[…] talking, towards himself and towards his fellow-humanity. It is certainly time for America, above all, to begin this readjustment […]
  940. p. 427, line 41[…] vastly broader, new area begins to exist—nay, is already form'd—to which the poetic genius must emigrate. Whatever […]
  941. p. 427, line 44[…] use for the imaginative faculty of modern times is to give ultimate vivification to facts, to science, and to […]
  942. p. 428, line 26[…] of Poetry, nor answer the question what it is. Like Religion, Love, Nature, while those terms are indispensable, and […]
  943. p. 428, line 35[…] circumstances, and are evolutionary. The actual living light is always curiously from elsewhere—follows unaccountable sources, and is lunar […]
  944. p. 428, line 36[…] always curiously from elsewhere—follows unaccountable sources, and is lunar and relative at the best. There are, I know […]
  945. p. 429, line 2[…] may sound at first, I will say there is something striking far deeper and towering far higher than those […]
  946. p. 429, line 10[…] different from any other, and, as it stands, is the result of such presupposition. I should say, indeed, it […]
  947. p. 429, line 25[…] the human soul, were never possible before. It is certain that a poetry of absolute faith and equality for […]
  948. p. 429, line 29[…] in Goethe's case, it sometimes seems to me,) is often, if not always, the first element. One needs only […]
  949. p. 430, line 19[…] it still remains to be said that there is even towards all those a subjective and contemporary point of […]
  950. p. 430, line 23[…] conception of current or gone-by life and art is for us the only means of their assimilation consistent with […]
  951. p. 430, line 29[…] whole theory and nature of Poetry? The question is important, and I may turn the argument over and repeat […]
  952. p. 430, line 40[…] and dominate all that precedes or opposes them—is not either a radical advance and step forward, or a […]
  953. p. 431, line 5[…] though the dawn-dazzle of the sun of literature is in those poems for us of to-day—though perhaps the […]
  954. p. 431, line 14[…] the ages, and to-day enveloping and penetrating America, is there one that is consistent with these United States, or […]
  955. p. 431, line 15[…] enveloping and penetrating America, is there one that is consistent with these United States, or essentially applicable to them […]
  956. p. 431, line 16[…] them as they are and are to be? Is there one whose underlying basis is not a denial and […]
  957. p. 431, line 17[…] to be? Is there one whose underlying basis is not a denial and insult to democracy? What a comment […]
  958. p. 431, line 23[…] and darkness, or, at most, twilight dimness! What is there in those works that so imperiously and scornfully dominates […]
  959. p. 432, line 7[…] anything else. As America fully and fairly construed is the legitimate result and evolutionary outcome of the past, so […]
  960. p. 432, line 19[…] or may be the garrulity of advancing age is possessing me—some further embryonic facts of "Leaves of Grass […]
  961. p. 433, line 21[…] pronounc'd phases of human morbidity. (The Poetic area is very spacious—has room for all—has so many mansions […]
  962. p. 433, line 43[…] expression had not been given to me. It is certain, I say, that, although I had made a start […]
  963. p. 434, line 19[…] description of them as they stand at last, is the word Suggestiveness. I round and finish little, if anything […]
  964. p. 434, line 25[…] there to pursue your own flight. Another impetus-word is Comradeship as for all lands, and in a more commanding […]
  965. p. 434, line 29The chief trait of any given poet is always the spirit he brings to the observation of Humanity […]
  966. p. 434, line 33[…] these things? Up to how recent a date is the song carried? What the equipment, and special raciness of […]
  967. p. 434, line 37[…] our own day Tennyson, Victor Hugo, Carlyle, Emerson—is certainly involv'd in such questions. I say the profoundest service […]
  968. p. 434, line 39[…] any other writings can do for their reader is not merely to satisfy the intellect, or supply something polish'd […]
  969. p. 435, line 1[…] time the inheritance of it all. Fortunately there is the original inexhaustible fund of buoyancy, normally resident in the […]
  970. p. 435, line 12[…] individuality and assist it—not only because that is a great lesson in Nature, amid all her generalizing laws […]
  971. p. 435, line 23[…] level. While the ambitious thought of my song is to help the forming of a great aggregate Nation, it […]
  972. p. 435, line 24[…] the forming of a great aggregate Nation, it is, perhaps, altogether through the forming of myriads of fully develop'd […]
  973. p. 435, line 34[…] But that forms an appearance only; the reality is quite different. The new influences, upon the whole, are surely […]
  974. p. 435, line 36[…] individualities than ever. To-day and here personal force is behind everything, just the same. The times and depictions from […]
  975. p. 436, line 13From another point of view "Leaves of Grass" is avowedly the song of Sex and Amativeness, and even Animality […]
  976. p. 436, line 25[…] not stand by itself. The vitality of it is altogether in its relations, bearings, significance—like the clef of […]
  977. p. 436, line 32[…] symptoms of communities or individuals all times, there is nothing so rare in modern conventions and poetry as their […]
  978. p. 436, line 33[…] conventions and poetry as their normal recognizance. Literature is always calling in the doctor for consultation and confession, and […]
  979. p. 437, line 5[…] to justify the ways of God to man" is Milton's well-known and ambitious phrase) which is the foundation of […]
  980. p. 437, line 6[…] man" is Milton's well-known and ambitious phrase) which is the foundation of moral America. I felt it all as […]
  981. p. 437, line 22[…] that the crowning growth of the United States is to be spiritual and heroic. To help start and favor […]
  982. p. 437, line 24[…] attention to it, or the need of it—is the beginning, middle and final purpose of the poems. (In […]
  983. p. 437, line 27[…] not "good government" merely, in the common sense—is the justification and main purpose of these United States […]
  984. p. 437, line 35[…] to the minds of men. But my volume is a candidate for the future. "All original art," says Taine […]
  985. p. 437, line 36[…] the future. "All original art," says Taine, anyhow, "is self-regulated, and no original art can be regulated from without […]
  986. p. 437, line 40As the present is perhaps mainly an attempt at personal statement or illustration, I […]
  987. p. 438, line 6[…] ever painted anything but this one picture, which is a personal affair—a piece out of a man's life […]
  988. p. 438, line 14[…] in current literature that satisfied me. But it is not on "Leaves of Grass " distinctively as literature, or a […]
  989. p. 438, line 35[…] to the young Goethe, that really great poetry is always (like the Homeric or Biblical canticles) the result of […]