Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 9, line 10Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
  2. p. 10, line 16We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion,
  3. p. 12, line 22The substance of an artist's mood or savan's studies long,
  4. p. 13, line 7Far-born, far-dying, living long, to leave,
  5. p. 20, line 19Martyrs, artists, inventors, governments long since,
  6. p. 20, line 25Regarding it all intently a long while, then dismissing it,
  7. p. 21, line 26I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires,
  8. p. 30, line 11Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?
  9. p. 35, line 2I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.
  10. p. 36, line 14She had long eyelashes, her head was bare, her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reach'd to her feet.
  11. p. 37, line 12The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair,
  12. p. 38, line 2The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece,
  13. p. 47, line 20Hurrah for positive science! long live exact demonstration!
  14. p. 48, line 16Through me many long dumb voices,
  15. p. 54, line 21I stand and look at them long and long.
  16. p. 56, line 19Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke,
  17. p. 58, line 11Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while,
  18. p. 60, line 25Again the long roll of the drummers,
  19. p. 63, line 18The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curl'd whiskers,
  20. p. 64, line 1Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild scream, and long, dull, tapering groan,
  21. p. 71, line 25Long I was hugg'd close—long and long.
  22. p. 72, line 7The long slow strata piled to rest it on,
  23. p. 73, line 5If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,
  24. p. 74, line 14Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams,
  25. p. 74, line 17Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
  26. p. 77, line 23I sleep—I sleep long.
  27. p. 80, line 4Seeking something yet unfound though I have diligently sought it many a long year,
  28. p. 80, line 30From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter'd too long as it is,)
  29. p. 81, line 2From the long sustain'd kiss upon the mouth or bosom,
  30. p. 83, line 10You would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish to sit by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other.
  31. p. 89, line 11I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.
  32. p. 92, line 13Whispering I love you, before long I die,
  33. p. 92, line 14I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
  34. p. 93, line 1WE two, how long we were fool'd,
  35. p. 93, line 3We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return,
  36. p. 94, line 15Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long been forgotten by me,
  37. p. 95, line 8Long having wander'd since, round the earth having wander'd,
  38. p. 95, line 10(But where is what I started for so long ago?
  39. p. 95, line 21Which too long I was offering to feed my soul,
  40. p. 97, line 2Come I am determin'd to unbare this broad breast of mine, I have long enough stifled and choked;
  41. p. 97, line 15That behind the mask of materials you patiently wait, no matter how long,
  42. p. 97, line 18That may-be you are what it is all for, but it does not last so very long,
  43. p. 97, line 19But you will last very long.
  44. p. 97, line 28Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
  45. p. 101, line 11When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the hand,
  46. p. 102, line 2And greater than Socrates sought and stated, Christ divine having studied long,
  47. p. 107, line 21How together through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long and long,
  48. p. 109, line 4A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
  49. p. 115, line 14I see the long river-stripes of the earth,
  50. p. 116, line 2I see where the strong divine young man the Hercules toil'd faithfully and long and then died,
  51. p. 117, line 10I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of Switzerland—I mark the long winters and the isolation.
  52. p. 120, line 25The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
  53. p. 127, line 7To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you, however long but it stretches and waits for you,
  54. p. 129, line 9Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
  55. p. 132, line 22I consider'd long and seriously of you before you were born.
  56. p. 139, line 15The waving drapery on the live-oak trailing long and low, noiselessly waved by the wind,
  57. p. 140, line 3In Virginia, the planter's son returning after a long absence, joyfully welcom'd and kiss'd by the aged mulatto nurse,
  58. p. 140, line 17The setting out of the war-party, the long and stealthy march,
  59. p. 145, line 27My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long stretch of my life.
  60. p. 148, line 23Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music,
  61. p. 150, line 16The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right hands rapidly laying the long side-wall, two hundred feet from front to rear,
  62. p. 154, line 2Served the fluent-tongued and subtle-sensed Greek, and long ere the Greek,
  63. p. 154, line 10Served the long distant Kelt, served the hardy pirates of the Baltic,
  64. p. 155, line 19Long stately rows in avenues, hospitals for orphans or for the poor or sick,
  65. p. 157, line 7The door he enter'd again from a long and scandalous absence, diseas'd, broken down, without innocence, without means.
  66. p. 158, line 8Long and long has the grass been growing,
  67. p. 158, line 9Long and long has the rain been falling,
  68. p. 158, line 10Long has the globe been rolling round.
  69. p. 161, line 26Echoed through long, long centuries to come,
  70. p. 163, line 32See, dusky and undulating, the long pennants of smoke.
  71. p. 165, line 5Savagely struggled for, for life or death, fought over long,
  72. p. 167, line 1For them predicted long,
  73. p. 167, line 14But come from Nature's long and harmless throes, peacefully builded thence,
  74. p. 167, line 17You promis'd long, we pledge, we dedicate.
  75. p. 168, line 19The long and varied stretch from Puget sound to Colorado south,
  76. p. 168, line 21The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow, the silent, cyclic chemistry,
  77. p. 169, line 8Fresh come, to a new world indeed, yet long prepared,
  78. p. 180, line 17It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come in use,
  79. p. 181, line 16In spiral routes by long detours,
  80. p. 186, line 18I should have made my way straight to you long ago,
  81. p. 188, line 20Here too, though long represt, can never be destroy'd,
  82. p. 189, line 1But remember the little voice that I heard wailing, and wait with perfect trust, no matter how long,
  83. p. 190, line 15O I see life is not short, but immeasurably long,
  84. p. 191, line 9Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long,
  85. p. 191, line 13(A moment, a moment long it sail'd its balls of unearthly light over our heads,
  86. p. 196, line 8Were the children straying westward so long? so wide the tramping?
  87. p. 196, line 9Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long?
  88. p. 198, line 9All night long on the prong of a moss-scallop'd stake,
  89. p. 198, line 21Listen'd long and long.
  90. p. 200, line 21The love in the heart long pent, now loose, now at last tumultuously bursting,
  91. p. 204, line 4From the storm, the long calm, the darkness, the swell,
  92. p. 206, line 13The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
  93. p. 206, line 14They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
  94. p. 217, line 11The sleeping mother and babe—hush'd, I study them long and long.
  95. p. 224, line 3Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
  96. p. 227, line 17I burst through where I waited long, too long, deafen'd and blinded,
  97. p. 228, line 15Long for my soul hungering gymnastic I devour'd what the earth gave me,
  98. p. 228, line 16Long I roam'd the woods of the north, long I watch'd Niagara pouring,
  99. p. 230, line 1Long had I walk'd my cities, my country roads through farms, only half satisfied,
  100. p. 230, line 7I waited the bursting forth of the pent fire—on the water and air I waited long;
  101. p. 232, line 13But a battle which I took part in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it,
  102. p. 233, line 4And how long and well it stood confronting death.
  103. p. 235, line 10A LINE in long array where they wind betwixt green islands,
  104. p. 238, line 9Long there and then in vigil I stood, dimly around me the battle-field spreading,
  105. p. 238, line 11But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed,
  106. p. 240, line 23Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering,
  107. p. 241, line 5Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long,
  108. p. 242, line 8Soldier alert I arrive after a long march cover'd with sweat and dust,
  109. p. 242, line 23To the long rows of cots up and down each side I return,
  110. p. 244, line 4LONG, too long America,
  111. p. 248, line 3WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,
  112. p. 253, line 22The hot contention of opposing fronts, the long manœuvre,
  113. p. 256, line 23With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night,
  114. p. 259, line 23Appear'd the cloud, appear'd the long black trail,
  115. p. 261, line 16As to long panoramas of visions.
  116. p. 265, line 21Ages, precedents, have long been accumulating undirected materials,
  117. p. 269, line 8Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?)
  118. p. 271, line 20Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians, literats, of enemies' lands?
  119. p. 272, line 14He masters whose spirit masters, he tastes sweetest who results sweetest in the long run,
  120. p. 276, line 7Strange large men, long unwaked, undisclosed, were disclosed to me.
  121. p. 280, line 19Harden'd of many a long campaign and sweaty march,
  122. p. 281, line 10With full-spanning eye gazes forth, dwells long,
  123. p. 284, line 4The strata of color'd clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in,
  124. p. 284, line 12Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir,
  125. p. 291, line 8No consummation exists without being from some long previous consummation, and that from some other,
  126. p. 292, line 27Though long I strove courageously,
  127. p. 296, line 25Of youth long sped and middle age declining,
  128. p. 297, line 6Are you full-lung'd and limber-lipp'd from long trial? from vigorous practice? from physique?
  129. p. 300, line 4I WAS looking a long while for Intentions,
  130. p. 306, line 3Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,
  131. p. 306, line 25O star! O ship of France, beat back and baffled long!
  132. p. 311, line 32The straying thence, the separation long, but now the wandering done,
  133. p. 315, line 4Come, for I have found the clew I sought so long,
  134. p. 318, line 4For purpose vast, man's long probation fill'd,
  135. p. 320, line 23Is the deferment long? bitter the slander, poverty, death?
  136. p. 323, line 2Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
  137. p. 323, line 3Have we not grovel'd here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
  138. p. 323, line 4Have we not darken'd and dazed ourselves with books long enough?
  139. p. 323, line 26My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;
  140. p. 328, line 7Steady and long he struggles,
  141. p. 331, line 15The child of the glutton or venerealee waits long, and the child of the drunkard waits long, and the drunkard himself waits long,
  142. p. 332, line 15I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her in whom I lay so long,
  143. p. 333, line 15The physician after long putting off gives the silent and terrible look for an answer,
  144. p. 333, line 17Medicines stand unused on the shelf, (the camphor-smell has long pervaded the rooms,)
  145. p. 336, line 2Something long preparing and formless is arrived and form'd in you,
  146. p. 336, line 7The guest that was coming, he waited long, he is now housed,
  147. p. 343, line 1THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long untaught I did not hear,
  148. p. 347, line 15Nor the compliments that have served their turn so long,
  149. p. 348, line 8Thou that lay folded like an unborn babe within its folds so long,
  150. p. 348, line 9Thou carefully prepared by it so long—haply thou but unfoldest it, only maturest it,
  151. p. 348, line 12Thou but the apples, long, long, long a-growing,
  152. p. 349, line 23Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that weigh'd so long upon the mind of man,
  153. p. 350, line 20The general inner earth so long so sedulously draped over, now hence for what it is boldly laid bare,
  154. p. 355, line 24I heard what the singers were singing so long,
  155. p. 357, line 2Ladies and cavaliers long dead, barons are in their castle halls, the troubadours are singing,
  156. p. 359, line 5Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple,
  157. p. 361, line 3Rich, hemm'd thick all around with sailships and steamships, an island sixteen miles long, solid-founded,
  158. p. 361, line 18O ME, man of slack faith so long,
  159. p. 361, line 19Standing aloof, denying portions so long,
  160. p. 366, line 2Lag'd'st thou so long? shall the clouds close again upon thee?
  161. p. 367, line 23Long have they pass'd, faces and trenches and fields,
  162. p. 367, line 28Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death,
  163. p. 370, line 4I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long,
  164. p. 372, line 5Nor the long roll alarming the camp, nor even the muffled beat for a burial,
  165. p. 372, line 18Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone,
  166. p. 377, line 24When as order'd forward, after a long march,
  167. p. 379, line 18The long, long anchorage we leave,
  168. p. 380, line 23While my pleasure is yet at the full I whisper So long!
  169. p. 381, line 6I announce a man or woman coming, perhaps you are the one, (So long!)
  170. p. 381, line 12O thicker and faster—(So long!)
  171. p. 382, line 22An unknown sphere more real than I dream'd, more direct, darts awakening rays about me, So long!
  172. p. 384, line 28[…] Alone—Proudly the Flood Comes In—By That Long Scan of Waves—Then Last of All.) Election Day, November […]
  173. p. 386, line 14(Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely,)
  174. p. 386, line 25Filling the air, the lonesome room, the long forenoon,
  175. p. 390, line 21Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling,
  176. p. 390, line 26By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself,
  177. p. 391, line 2The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead,
  178. p. 392, line 27Fought out through wrath, fears, dark dismays, and many a long suspense;
  179. p. 395, line 9One struggling outbound brig, one day, baffled for long—cross-tides and much wrong going,
  180. p. 397, line 18Enough that they've survived at all—long life's unflinching ones!
  181. p. 398, line 17We never met, and ne'er shall meet—and yet our souls embrace, long, close and long;)
  182. p. 398, line 22As soldier from an ended war return'd—As traveler out of myriads, to the long procession retrospective,
  183. p. 403, line 16Each song of mine—each utterance in the past—having its long, long history,
  184. p. 406, line 17[…] Crafty Death's, 412. To the Pending Year, 412. Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher, 412. Long, Long Hence, 412. Bravo, Paris Exposition, 413. Interpolation Sounds, 413. To the Sunset Breeze […]
  185. p. 407, line 5[…] and fringe-dots (maybe specks, stains,) as follow a long dusty journey, and witness it afterward? I have probably not […]
  186. p. 410, line 18As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or haply after battle,
  187. p. 412, line 22AFTER a long, long course, hundreds of years, denials,
  188. p. 413, line 38[…] notice of. If the war had continued any long time these States, in my opinion, would have shown and […]
  189. p. 416, line 11A special verse for you—a flash of duty long neglected—your mystic roll strangely gather'd here,
  190. p. 421, line 3Vaunted Ionia's, India's—Homer, Shakspere—the long, long times' thick dotted roads, areas,
  191. p. 421, line 8After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands,
  192. p. 422, line 9Long have we lived, joy'd, caress'd together;
  193. p. 422, line 12Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter'd, become really blended into one;
  194. p. 425, line 6[…] the résumé of them, or any of them, long afterwards, looking at the actualities away back past, with all […]
  195. p. 429, line 6[…] old imaginative works rest, after their kind, on long trains of presuppositions, often entirely unmention'd by themselves, yet supplying […]
  196. p. 432, line 34[…] a stretch, down in the country, or to Long Island's seashores—there, in the presence of outdoor influences, I […]
  197. p. 433, line 9[…] on the peninsula of Orient, northeast end of Long Island, in a shelter'd hollow of rocks and sand, with […]
  198. p. 433, line 23[…] there can be no such thing as a long poem. The same thought had been haunting my mind before […]
  199. p. 438, line 23[…] to-day, and for the future. Still further, as long as the States continue to absorb and be dominated by […]
  200. p. 438, line 27[…] political success, and minister to them distinctively, so long will they stop short of first-class Nationality and remain defective […]