Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “that”

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  1. p. 9, line 18And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,
  2. p. 10, line 24Consort to every ship that sails, sail you!
  3. p. 11, line 1I HEARD that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle the New World,
  4. p. 11, line 3Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted.
  5. p. 11, line 5Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life that has exhibited itself,
  6. p. 11, line 8Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the great pride of man in himself,)
  7. p. 12, line 8That of eidólons.
  8. p. 16, line 5But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any.
  9. p. 17, line 13Lo, I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal,
  10. p. 17, line 15And artillery-men, the deadliest that ever fired gun.
  11. p. 17, line 20For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring,
  12. p. 20, line 15Now if eligible O that the great masters might return and study me.
  13. p. 21, line 10I will make a song for these States that no one State may under any circumstances be subjected to another State,
  14. p. 21, line 11And I will make a song that there shall be comity by day and by night between all the States, and between any two of them,
  15. p. 21, line 17(However high the head of any else that head is over all.)
  16. p. 21, line 20And employments! I will put in my poems that with you is heroism upon land and sea,
  17. p. 21, line 25I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were threatening to consume me,
  18. p. 22, line 5I make the poem of evil also, I commemorate that part also,
  19. p. 22, line 16I say that the real and permanent grandeur of these States must be their religion,
  20. p. 23, line 16Living beings, identities now doubtless near us in the air that we know not of,
  21. p. 23, line 17Contact daily and hourly that will not release me,
  22. p. 23, line 20Has winded and twisted around me that which holds me to him,
  23. p. 24, line 5And while I paus'd it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only,
  24. p. 24, line 18And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other,
  25. p. 24, line 20And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future,
  26. p. 24, line 21And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results,
  27. p. 24, line 22And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death,
  28. p. 25, line 1And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact,
  29. p. 25, line 2And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.
  30. p. 26, line 21O death! O for all that, I am yet of you unseen this hour with irrepressible love,
  31. p. 27, line 11(I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself really to you, but what of that?
  32. p. 28, line 7You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.
  33. p. 31, line 3To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so.
  34. p. 31, line 7Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
  35. p. 31, line 9Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.
  36. p. 31, line 18That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
  37. p. 32, line 23Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
  38. p. 32, line 24And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
  39. p. 32, line 25And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
  40. p. 32, line 26And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,
  41. p. 32, line 27And that a kelson of the creation is love,
  42. p. 33, line 8Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
  43. p. 34, line 19For me those that have been boys and that love women,
  44. p. 34, line 20For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
  45. p. 34, line 22For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears,
  46. p. 35, line 14The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes,
  47. p. 36, line 10You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.
  48. p. 36, line 20And gave him a room that enter'd from my own, and gave him some coarse clean clothes,
  49. 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,
  50. p. 38, line 11Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?
  51. p. 39, line 8Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods,
  52. p. 39, line 13Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me,
  53. p. 40, line 11The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron,
  54. p. 40, line 23The drover watching his drove sings out to them that would stray,
  55. p. 41, line 19Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw,
  56. p. 42, line 6Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the stuff that is fine,
  57. p. 43, line 5This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,
  58. p. 43, line 6This the common air that bathes the globe.
  59. p. 43, line 9Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
  60. p. 43, line 16And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!
  61. p. 44, line 13I do not snivel that snivel the world over,
  62. p. 44, line 14That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.
  63. p. 45, line 4I see that the elementary laws never apologize,
  64. p. 45, line 6I exist as I am, that is enough,
  65. p. 45, line 9One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
  66. p. 45, line 23I show that size is only development.
  67. p. 45, line 26I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
  68. p. 46, line 26Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.
  69. p. 46, line 28(Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?)
  70. p. 47, line 2I moisten the roots of all that has grown.
  71. p. 47, line 8This minute that comes to me over the past decillions,
  72. p. 47, line 14A word of the faith that never balks,
  73. p. 47, line 17That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.
  74. p. 48, line 4And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with fugitives and them that plot and conspire.
  75. p. 48, line 20And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and of the father-stuff,
  76. p. 49, line 12Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!
  77. p. 49, line 23I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious,
  78. p. 49, line 27That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be,
  79. p. 50, line 6The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head,
  80. p. 51, line 7Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals,
  81. p. 52, line 3And that we call Being.
  82. p. 52, line 4To be in any form, what is that?
  83. p. 53, line 23And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific,
  84. p. 54, line 26Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
  85. p. 54, line 31Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?
  86. p. 55, line 5Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms.
  87. p. 58, line 16Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly,
  88. p. 59, line 28The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat,
  89. p. 60, line 1The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets,
  90. p. 62, line 6That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men.
  91. p. 63, line 17Near by the corpse of the child that serv'd in the cabin,
  92. p. 63, line 19The flames spite of all that can be done flickering aloft and below,
  93. p. 64, line 21That I could forget the mockers and insults!
  94. p. 64, line 22That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!
  95. p. 64, line 23That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
  96. p. 66, line 2And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.
  97. p. 66, line 10I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,
  98. p. 67, line 3It is middling well as far as it goes—but is that all?
  99. p. 68, line 15Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and thirsts,
  100. p. 69, line 4Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them.
  101. p. 69, line 28Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine,
  102. p. 70, line 5One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like a man leaving charges before a journey.
  103. p. 70, line 20Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again,
  104. p. 71, line 1Nor any thing in the myriads of spheres, nor the myriads of myriads that inhabit them,
  105. p. 71, line 2Nor the present, nor the least wisp that is known.
  106. p. 71, line 12That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
  107. p. 71, line 27Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me.
  108. p. 73, line 10See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that,
  109. p. 73, line 11Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
  110. p. 73, line 24Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
  111. p. 74, line 8And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
  112. p. 74, line 10I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.
  113. p. 74, line 21He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own,
  114. p. 75, line 6And those well-tann'd to those that keep out of the sun.
  115. p. 75, line 21The woodman that takes his axe and jug with him shall take me with him all day,
  116. p. 75, line 23In vessels that sail my words sail, I go with fishermen and seamen and love them.
  117. p. 75, line 26On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek me.
  118. p. 76, line 6I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
  119. p. 76, line 7And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
  120. p. 76, line 24And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go,
  121. p. 77, line 6And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me,
  122. p. 77, line 14Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,
  123. p. 77, line 15Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight,
  124. p. 77, line 16Toss, sparkles of day and dusk—toss on the black stems that decay in the muck,
  125. p. 77, line 19I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected,
  126. p. 77, line 21There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.
  127. p. 78, line 12I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
  128. p. 79, line 13My limbs and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for reasons, most wondrous,
  129. p. 79, line 19From that of myself without which I were nothing,
  130. p. 80, line 2From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day,
  131. p. 80, line 7Of that, of them and what goes with them my poems informing,
  132. p. 80, line 20O that you and I escape from the rest and go utterly off, free and lawless,
  133. p. 80, line 23The oath of the inseparableness of two together, of the woman that loves me and whom I love more than my life, that oath swearing,
  134. p. 80, line 27What is all else to us? only that we enjoy each other and exhaust each other if it must be so;)
  135. p. 81, line 3From the close pressure that makes me or any man drunk, fainting with excess,
  136. p. 81, line 20Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
  137. p. 81, line 25That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.
  138. p. 83, line 8He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sail'd his boat himself, he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner, he had fowling-pieces presented to him by men that loved him,
  139. 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.
  140. p. 83, line 11I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
  141. 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,
  142. p. 84, line 23The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost become him well, pride is for him,
  143. p. 85, line 10Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?
  144. p. 85, line 24They shall be stript that you may see them.
  145. p. 86, line 12She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.
  146. p. 86, line 15Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all over the earth?
  147. p. 86, line 19Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool that corrupted her own live body?
  148. p. 86, line 22I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the soul, (and that they are the soul,)
  149. p. 87, line 1I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems, and that they are my poems,
  150. p. 87, line 21Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,
  151. p. 88, line 17I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,
  152. p. 88, line 18I see that they understand me and do not deny me,
  153. p. 88, line 19I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of those women.
  154. p. 90, line 1This poem drooping shy and unseen that I always carry, and that all men carry,
  155. p. 90, line 5Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love,
  156. p. 90, line 7Soft forenoon airs that blow from the south-west,
  157. 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;
  158. p. 90, line 14The no-form'd stings that sights, people, objects, sting me with,
  159. p. 90, line 16The sensitive, orbic, underlapp'd brothers, that only privileged feelers may be intimate where they are,
  160. p. 90, line 20The torment, the irritable tide that will not be at rest,
  161. p. 90, line 22The young man that flushes and flushes, and the young woman that flushes and flushes,
  162. p. 90, line 23The young man that wakes deep at night, the hot hand seeking to repress what would master him,
  163. p. 91, line 2The merriment of the twin babes that crawl over the grass in the sun, the mother never turning her vigilant eyes from them,
  164. p. 91, line 8The greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my place when I am through,
  165. p. 91, line 13(What is this that frees me so in storms?
  166. p. 92, line 19I too am part of that ocean my love, we are not so much separated,
  167. p. 93, line 24I AM he that aches with amorous love;
  168. p. 94, line 14Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there who detain'd me for love of me,
  169. p. 94, line 16I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,
  170. p. 95, line 19Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,
  171. p. 95, line 22Clear to me now standards not yet publish'd, clear to me that my soul,
  172. p. 95, line 23That the soul of the man I speak for rejoices in comrades,
  173. p. 96, line 2Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, yet contains all the rest,
  174. p. 96, line 4Projecting them along that substantial life,
  175. 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,
  176. p. 96, line 26Grow up taller sweet leaves that I may see! grow up out of my breast!
  177. p. 97, line 9Give me your tone therefore O death, that I may accord with it,
  178. p. 97, line 10Give me yourself, for I see that you belong to me now above all, and are folded inseparably together, you love and death are,
  179. p. 97, line 12For now it is convey'd to me that you are the purports essential,
  180. p. 97, line 13That you hide in these shifting forms of life, for reasons, and that they are mainly for you,
  181. p. 97, line 14That you beyond them come forth to remain, the real reality,
  182. p. 97, line 15That behind the mask of materials you patiently wait, no matter how long,
  183. p. 97, line 16That you will one day perhaps take control of all,
  184. p. 97, line 17That you will perhaps dissipate this entire show of appearance,
  185. p. 97, line 18That may-be you are what it is all for, but it does not last so very long,
  186. p. 97, line 24Who is he that would become my follower?
  187. p. 98, line 22For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,
  188. p. 98, line 27For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times and not hit, that which I hinted at;
  189. p. 100, line 4(O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me, and returns again never to separate from me,
  190. p. 100, line 12But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve,
  191. p. 100, line 13I will give of it, but only to them that love as I myself am capable of loving.
  192. p. 100, line 28Nor in the limbs and senses of my body that take you and dismiss you continually—not there,
  193. p. 100, line 30Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs.
  194. p. 101, line 2Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,
  195. p. 101, line 3That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
  196. p. 101, line 4That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,
  197. p. 101, line 12When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason hold not, surround us and pervade us,
  198. p. 101, line 14I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave,
  199. p. 102, line 11Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,
  200. p. 102, line 19WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow'd,
  201. p. 103, line 5O then each breath tasted sweeter, and all that day my food nourish'd me more, and the beautiful day pass'd well,
  202. p. 103, line 7And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores,
  203. p. 103, line 11And his arm lay lightly around my breast—and that night I was happy.
  204. p. 103, line 20Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion?
  205. p. 104, line 1Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around tighter than vines,
  206. p. 105, line 6City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious,
  207. p. 105, line 19We observe that salute of American comrades land and sea,
  208. p. 106, line 6For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,
  209. p. 106, line 18I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
  210. p. 107, line 1I HEAR it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions,
  211. p. 107, line 5And in the fields and woods, and above every keel little or large that dents the water,
  212. p. 107, line 13Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and command, leading not following,
  213. p. 107, line 15Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and governors, as to say Who are you?
  214. p. 108, line 13For I know very well that I and robust love belong among you, inland, and along the Western sea;
  215. p. 109, line 3Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
  216. p. 109, line 14I now suspect that is not all;
  217. p. 109, line 20I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
  218. p. 109, line 22It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
  219. p. 110, line 2The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day under full sail?
  220. p. 110, line 3The splendors of the past day? or the splendor of the night that envelops me?
  221. p. 110, line 17Yet out of that I have written these songs.)
  222. p. 110, line 21Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine?
  223. p. 111, line 10Some are baffled, but that one is not—that one knows me.
  224. p. 111, line 12I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,
  225. p. 111, line 14O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
  226. p. 111, line 16Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
  227. p. 111, line 17THAT shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering,
  228. p. 111, line 19How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;
  229. p. 111, line 21O I never doubt whether that is really me.
  230. p. 112, line 3When you read these I that was visible am become invisible,
  231. p. 112, line 18What are the mountains call'd that rise so high in the mists?
  232. p. 113, line 21Who are they you salute, and that one after another salute you?
  233. p. 115, line 21I see the site of the old empire of Assyria, and that of Persia, and that of India,
  234. p. 116, line 15I see them raised high with stones by the marge of restless oceans, that the dead men's spirits when they wearied of their quiet graves might rise up through the mounds and gaze on the tossing billows, and be refresh'd by storms, immensity, liberty, action.
  235. p. 121, line 5The earth, that is sufficient,
  236. p. 121, line 13You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,
  237. p. 121, line 14I believe that much unseen is also here.
  238. p. 121, line 22You air that serves me with breath to speak!
  239. p. 121, line 23You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
  240. p. 121, line 24You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
  241. p. 122, line 6From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,
  242. p. 122, line 26Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
  243. p. 123, line 25Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.
  244. p. 124, line 6Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?
  245. p. 124, line 13Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?
  246. p. 125, line 2From it falls distill'd the charm that mocks beauty and attainments,
  247. p. 125, line 13However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.
  248. p. 126, line 5These are the days that must happen to you:
  249. p. 126, line 7You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
  250. p. 126, line 21Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years, the curious years each emerging from that which preceded it,
  251. p. 127, line 1Allons! to that which is endless as it was beginningless,
  252. p. 127, line 14To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave them behind you,
  253. 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.
  254. p. 127, line 22They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go,
  255. p. 127, line 23But I know that they go toward the best—toward something great.
  256. p. 128, line 19The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.
  257. 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.
  258. p. 129, line 13On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose,
  259. p. 129, line 14And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.
  260. p. 129, line 20The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them,
  261. p. 130, line 24Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me,
  262. p. 131, line 23That I was I knew was of my body, and what I should be I knew I should be of my body.
  263. p. 132, line 17Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
  264. p. 132, line 18The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like,
  265. p. 133, line 1What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I approach?
  266. p. 133, line 2What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
  267. p. 133, line 16Live, old life! play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!
  268. p. 133, line 17Play the old role, the role that is great or small according as one makes it!
  269. p. 134, line 20And I answer for his brother and for men, and I answer for him that answers for all, and send these signs.
  270. p. 135, line 10He places his own times, reminiscences, parents, brothers and sisters, associations, employment, politics, so that the rest never shame them afterward, nor assume to command them.
  271. p. 135, line 14(It is vain to skulk—do you hear that mocking and laughter? do you hear the ironical echoes?)
  272. p. 135, line 16He indicates the satisfaction, and indicates them that beat up and down also.
  273. p. 136, line 4And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field,
  274. p. 136, line 5And both understand him and know that his speech is right.
  275. p. 136, line 9And the soldiers suppose him to be a soldier, and the sailors that he has follow'd the sea,
  276. p. 136, line 12No matter what the work is, that he is the one to follow it or has follow'd it,
  277. p. 136, line 13No matter what the nation, that he might find his brothers and sisters there.
  278. p. 139, line 13Below, the red cedar festoon'd with tylandria, the pines and cypresses growing out of the white sand that spreads far and flat,
  279. 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,
  280. p. 142, line 8Whoever you are! how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am?
  281. 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.
  282. p. 146, line 4What beauty is this that descends upon me and rises out of me?
  283. p. 146, line 13Proved to me this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see,
  284. p. 146, line 24The plenteousness of all, that there are no bounds,
  285. p. 149, line 25The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves,
  286. p. 150, line 26The city fireman, the fire that suddenly bursts forth in the close-pack'd square,
  287. p. 152, line 11A great city is that which has the greatest men and women,
  288. p. 152, line 19Where the city stands that is belov'd by these, and loves them in return and understands them,
  289. p. 154, line 3Served in building the buildings that last longer than any,
  290. p. 154, line 20Whose is that blood upon you so wet and sticky?)
  291. p. 155, line 22Shapes of the using of axes anyhow, and the users and all that neighbors them,
  292. p. 157, line 5The door that admits good news and bad news,
  293. p. 158, line 13That matter of Troy and Achilles' wrath, and Æneas', Odysseus' wanderings,
  294. p. 158, line 28But that she's left them all—and here?
  295. p. 159, line 12Palmerin, ogre, departed, vanish'd the turrets that Usk from its waters reflected,
  296. p. 159, line 14Pass'd! pass'd! for us, forever pass'd, that once so mighty world, now void, inanimate, phantom world,
  297. p. 160, line 30Somewhere within their walls shall all that forwards perfect human life be started,
  298. p. 162, line 4Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of blacken'd, mutilated corpses!
  299. p. 162, line 5That hell unpent and raid of blood, fit for wild tigers or for lop-tongued wolves, not reasoning men,
  300. p. 162, line 23For every man to see to it that he really do something, for every woman too;
  301. p. 164, line 18The grapes that ripen on thy vines, the apples in thy orchards,
  302. p. 164, line 26For well we know that while thou givest each and all, (generous as God,)
  303. p. 165, line 9For sake of that, my beauty, and that thou might'st dally as now secure up there,
  304. p. 166, line 18That chant of the seasons and time, chant not of the past only but the future.
  305. p. 167, line 20You womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and love and aught that comes from life and love,
  306. p. 167, line 22You that, sometimes known, oftener unknown, really shape and mould the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space,
  307. p. 169, line 18Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that satisfy you?
  308. p. 170, line 9Is it you then that thought yourself less?
  309. p. 170, line 10Is it you that thought the President greater than you?
  310. p. 170, line 13Or that you are diseas'd, or rheumatic, or a prostitute,
  311. p. 170, line 14Or from frivolity or impotence, or that you are no scholar and never saw your name in print,
  312. p. 170, line 15Do you give in that you are any less immortal?)
  313. p. 171, line 6There is something that comes to one now and perpetually,
  314. p. 171, line 15The sun and stars that float in the open air,
  315. p. 171, line 17I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness,
  316. p. 171, line 18And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation or bon-mot or reconnoissance,
  317. 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,
  318. p. 171, line 21The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the greed that with perfect complaisance devours all things,
  319. p. 171, line 23The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders that fill each minute of time forever,
  320. p. 172, line 3Have you reckon'd that the landscape took substance and form that it might be painted in a picture?
  321. p. 172, line 4Or men and women that they might be written of, and songs sung?
  322. p. 172, line 8Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables, or agriculture itself?
  323. 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,
  324. p. 173, line 15Strange and hard that paradox true I give,
  325. 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,
  326. p. 174, line 10The brewery, brewing, the malt, the vats, every thing that is done by brewers, wine-makers, vinegar-makers,
  327. p. 175, line 2In that and them the heft of the heaviest—in that and them far more than you estimated, (and far less also,)
  328. p. 175, line 6I do not affirm that what you see beyond is futile, I do not advise you to stop,
  329. p. 175, line 8But I say that none lead to greater than these lead to.
  330. p. 175, line 19When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the carver that carved the supporting desk,
  331. p. 176, line 2Were you thinking that those were the words, those upright lines? those curves, angles, dots?
  332. p. 176, line 5Were you thinking that those were the words, those delicious sounds out of your friends' mouths?
  333. p. 176, line 14The charms that go with the mere looks of some men and women, are sayings and meanings also.
  334. p. 177, line 18Underneath these possessing words that never fail.
  335. p. 179, line 9I swear there is no greatness or power that does not emulate those of the earth,
  336. p. 179, line 13I swear I begin to see love with sweeter spasms than that which responds love,
  337. p. 179, line 14It is that which contains itself, which never invites and never refuses.
  338. p. 179, line 18Toward him who makes the dictionaries of words that print cannot touch.
  339. p. 180, line 12I swear I will never henceforth have to do with the faith that tells the best,
  340. p. 180, line 13I will have to do only with that faith that leaves the best untold.
  341. p. 180, line 22He and the rest shall not forget you, they shall perceive that you are not an iota less than they,
  342. p. 180, line 25Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?
  343. p. 182, line 12That see, that know the guiding thread so fine,
  344. p. 182, line 29Give me O God to sing that thought,
  345. p. 186, line 14Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,
  346. p. 187, line 16There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you,
  347. p. 188, line 14Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued retribution?
  348. p. 188, line 17Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?
  349. p. 188, line 24And I do not deny that terrible red birth and baptism,
  350. p. 189, line 1But remember the little voice that I heard wailing, and wait with perfect trust, no matter how long,
  351. p. 189, line 6O I hear already the bustle of instruments, they will soon be drowning all that would interrupt them,
  352. p. 189, line 19But to chisel with free stroke the heads and limbs of plenteous supreme Gods, that the States may realize them walking and talking.
  353. p. 189, line 23I praise no eminent man, I rebuke to his face the one that was thought most worthy.
  354. p. 190, line 1Unwitting to-day that you do not know how to speak properly a single word?)
  355. p. 190, line 9What about these likes of myself that draw me so close by tender directions and indirections?
  356. p. 190, line 12I charge that there be no theory or school founded out of me,
  357. p. 191, line 4Songs thereof would I sing, to all that hitherward comes would I welcome give,
  358. p. 191, line 11Nor the comet that came unannounced out of the north flaring in heaven,
  359. p. 192, line 25I see that the old accounts, bibles, genealogies, are true, without exception,
  360. p. 192, line 26I assert that all past days were what they must have been,
  361. p. 192, line 27And that they could no-how have been better than they were,
  362. p. 192, line 28And that to-day is what it must be, and that America is,
  363. p. 192, line 29And that to-day and America could no-how be better than they are.
  364. p. 193, line 3I know that the past was great and the future will be great,
  365. p. 193, line 4And I know that both curiously conjoint in the present time,
  366. p. 193, line 6And that where I am or you are this present day, there is the centre of all days, all races,
  367. p. 193, line 7And there is the meaning to us of all that has ever come of races and days, or ever will come.
  368. p. 194, line 4When the summons is made, when the answer that waited thousands of years answers,
  369. p. 196, line 10Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while unknown, for you, for reasons?
  370. p. 196, line 20From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
  371. p. 196, line 22From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears,
  372. p. 197, line 34Nor return'd that afternoon, nor the next,
  373. p. 198, line 33What is that little black thing I see there in the white?
  374. p. 199, line 5What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?
  375. p. 199, line 20Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon!
  376. p. 199, line 21O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea!
  377. p. 199, line 34That is the whistle of the wind, it is not my voice,
  378. p. 200, line 1That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray,
  379. p. 200, line 30For I, that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping, now I have heard you,
  380. p. 201, line 15Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?
  381. p. 201, line 27That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's gray beach,
  382. p. 201, line 29My own songs awaked from that hour,
  383. p. 201, line 32That strong and delicious word which, creeping to my feet,
  384. p. 202, line 8Was seiz'd by the spirit that trails in the lines underfoot,
  385. p. 202, line 9The rim, the sediment that stands for all the water and all the land of the globe.
  386. p. 202, line 17As I walk'd with that electric self seeking types.
  387. p. 202, line 20As I inhale the impalpable breezes that set in upon me,
  388. p. 202, line 26Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
  389. p. 202, line 27Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am,
  390. p. 202, line 28But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet untouch'd, untold, altogether unreach'd,
  391. p. 203, line 1I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single object, and that no man ever can,
  392. p. 203, line 15I cling to you so that you cannot unloose me,
  393. p. 204, line 8Just as much for us that sobbing dirge of Nature,
  394. p. 204, line 9Just as much whence we come that blare of the cloud-trumpets,
  395. p. 204, line 18O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears?
  396. p. 204, line 19What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand?
  397. p. 204, line 29And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee,)
  398. p. 205, line 9Thou ship of air that never furl'st thy sails,
  399. p. 205, line 11At dusk that look'st on Senegal, at morn America,
  400. p. 205, line 12That sport'st amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud,
  401. p. 206, line 8Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
  402. p. 206, line 26Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter,
  403. p. 207, line 6Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those ocean-depths, breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do,
  404. p. 207, line 8The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.
  405. p. 207, line 19All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
  406. p. 208, line 8Thou sea that pickest and cullest the race in time, and unitest nations,
  407. p. 208, line 18And all that went down doing their duty,
  408. p. 208, line 30(That in the distance! is that a wreck? is the red signal flaring?)
  409. p. 209, line 5That savage trinity warily watching.
  410. p. 209, line 12Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,
  411. p. 210, line 22But there is one thing that belongs here—shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?
  412. p. 211, line 7The committee open the box, set up the regal ribs, glue those that will not stay,
  413. p. 212, line 15Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets, those hearts pierc'd by the gray lead,
  414. p. 214, line 7That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs of all.
  415. p. 215, line 4Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew'd,
  416. p. 215, line 8That you are here—that life exists and identity,
  417. p. 215, line 9That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
  418. p. 215, line 12You have not seen that only such as they are for these States,
  419. p. 215, line 13And that what is less than they must sooner or later lift off from these States.
  420. p. 216, line 19Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality,
  421. p. 216, line 20And the vast all that is call'd Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead.
  422. p. 217, line 19As if it might be this thing or that thing, according to decisions.
  423. p. 218, line 10OF Equality—as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
  424. p. 218, line 11I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great sea.
  425. p. 218, line 12LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?
  426. p. 218, line 13Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
  427. p. 219, line 3Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that the President?
  428. p. 219, line 4Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for reasons;
  429. p. 219, line 15How you led to the war, (that shall serve for our prelude, songs of soldiers,)
  430. p. 222, line 2Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-lipp'd cannon,
  431. p. 223, line 11By the wind's voice and that of the drum,
  432. p. 224, line 3Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
  433. p. 224, line 19Not the spirit that ever lashes its own body to terror and death,
  434. p. 224, line 20But I am that which unseen comes and sings, sings, sings,
  435. p. 224, line 23And the shore-sands know and the hissing wave, and that banner and pennant,
  436. p. 226, line 20But to mount up there I would like, O father dear, that banner I like,
  437. p. 226, line 21That pennant I would be and must be.
  438. p. 226, line 23To be that pennant would be too fearful,
  439. p. 227, line 10Pour in! whelm that which asks, which sings, with all and the yield of all,
  440. p. 229, line 18What was that swell I saw on the ocean? behold what comes here,
  441. p. 231, line 12I chant and celebrate all that is yours—yet peace no more,
  442. p. 232, line 2Only hear that approval of hands! hear what a clapping!
  443. p. 233, line 3Of that brigade I tell, and how steadily it march'd,
  444. p. 233, line 5Who do you think that was marching steadily sternly confronting death?
  445. p. 233, line 11That brigade of the youngest was cut off and at the enemy's mercy.
  446. p. 233, line 16It sickens me yet, that slaughter!
  447. p. 233, line 25That was the going out of the brigade of the youngest men, two thousand strong,
  448. p. 234, line 1That and here my General's first battle,
  449. p. 234, line 5Wearied that night we lay foil'd and sullen,
  450. p. 234, line 9But the night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing,
  451. p. 234, line 27I must preserve that look as it beam'd on you rivers of Brooklyn.
  452. p. 235, line 5Baptized that day in many a young man's bloody wounds,
  453. p. 235, line 9Stands forever the camp of that dead brigade.
  454. p. 236, line 15Of life and death, of home and the past and loved, and of those that are far away;
  455. p. 237, line 21Alas poor boy, he will never be better, (nor may-be needs to be better, that brave and simple soul,)
  456. p. 237, line 28O that she might withdraw unnoticed, silent from life escape and withdraw,
  457. p. 238, line 2When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,
  458. p. 238, line 22Ending my vigil strange with that, vigil of night and battle-field dim,
  459. p. 241, line 9YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me!
  460. p. 241, line 17Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me,
  461. p. 242, line 6O maidens and young men I love and that love me,
  462. p. 243, line 2Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you.
  463. p. 250, line 21Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost,
  464. p. 250, line 22That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world;
  465. p. 251, line 9I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul,
  466. p. 252, line 21(The world O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee,)
  467. p. 253, line 5That with muttering voice through the war now closed, like a tireless phantom flitted,
  468. p. 254, line 10From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the past,
  469. p. 254, line 12Turn to the world, the triumphs reserv'd and to come—give up that backward world,
  470. p. 255, line 5The Northern ice and rain that began me nourish me to the end,
  471. p. 255, line 15O great star disappear'd—O the black murk that hides the star!
  472. p. 255, line 16O cruel hands that hold me powerless—O helpless soul of me!
  473. p. 255, line 17O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.
  474. p. 256, line 19Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
  475. p. 257, line 2Here, coffin that slowly passes,
  476. p. 257, line 9But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
  477. p. 258, line 2And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?
  478. p. 258, line 9And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls,
  479. p. 260, line 2I fled forth to the hiding receiving night that talks not,
  480. p. 260, line 25I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
  481. p. 261, line 15While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,
  482. p. 261, line 30And the armies that remain'd suffer'd.
  483. p. 262, line 6As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,
  484. p. 263, line 5It is some dream that on the deck,
  485. p. 264, line 2As I mused of these warlike days and of peace return'd, and the dead that return no more,
  486. p. 264, line 4Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the soul of America, chant me the carol of victory,
  487. p. 265, line 6Piety and conformity to them that like,
  488. p. 265, line 7Peace, obesity, allegiance, to them that like,
  489. p. 265, line 11Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew before?
  490. p. 265, line 12Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?
  491. p. 265, line 15O lands, would you be freer than all that has ever been before?
  492. p. 265, line 16If you would be freer than all that has been before, come listen to me.
  493. p. 266, line 4Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was fittest for its days,
  494. p. 266, line 5That its life has descended to the stalwart and well-shaped heir who approaches,
  495. p. 266, line 6And that he shall be fittest for his days.
  496. p. 268, line 13The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife,
  497. p. 268, line 14The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so much,
  498. p. 268, line 24But damn that which spends itself with no thought of the stain, pains, dismay, feebleness, it is bequeathing.)
  499. p. 269, line 3That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, as the hold of the limbs of the body or the fibres of plants.
  500. p. 270, line 4For that, the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders,
  501. p. 270, line 10That, O my brethren, that is the mission of poets.
  502. p. 271, line 17Is it not something that has been better told or done before?
  503. p. 271, line 21Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here?
  504. p. 271, line 23Does it sound with trumpet-voice the proud victory of the Union in that secession war?
  505. p. 273, line 6I have given alms to every one that ask'd, stood up for the stupid and crazy, devoted my income and labor to others,
  506. p. 273, line 26I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals,
  507. p. 273, line 28The only government is that which makes minute of individuals,
  508. p. 274, line 14O I see flashing that this America is only you and me,
  509. p. 274, line 19The war, (that war so bloody and grim, the war I will henceforth forget), was you and me,
  510. p. 274, line 25Not to build for that which builds for mankind,
  511. p. 275, line 1I am for those that have never been master'd,
  512. p. 275, line 7I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
  513. p. 275, line 28I know not fruition's success, but I know that through war and crime your work goes on, and must yet go on.)
  514. p. 276, line 4Till the tissues that held me parted their ties upon me.
  515. p. 276, line 21LET that which stood in front go behind,
  516. p. 276, line 22Let that which was behind advance to the front,
  517. p. 278, line 9O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,
  518. p. 278, line 16Sunrise that fullest feeds and freshens most the soul,
  519. p. 279, line 6Thou Prairie Dame that sittest in the middle and lookest out upon thy world, and lookest East and lookest West,
  520. p. 279, line 7Dispensatress, that by a word givest a thousand miles, a million farms, and missest nothing,
  521. p. 279, line 18Ask room alas the ghastly ranks, the armies dread that follow'd.
  522. p. 280, line 13Them that day I saw not.)
  523. p. 281, line 19And the good green grass, that delicate miracle the ever-recurring grass.
  524. p. 282, line 15Or aught that ripens in all these States or North or South,
  525. p. 282, line 18And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became,
  526. p. 282, line 19And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,
  527. p. 283, line 7And the schoolmistress that pass'd on her way to the school,
  528. p. 283, line 8And the friendly boys that pass'd, and the quarrelsome boys,
  529. p. 283, line 11His own parents, he that had father'd him and she that had conceiv'd him in her womb and birth'd him,
  530. p. 283, line 12They gave this child more of themselves than that,
  531. 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,
  532. p. 283, line 21Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
  533. p. 284, line 6These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.
  534. p. 284, line 17For know you the one you mourn is not in that grave,
  535. p. 285, line 3That house once full of passion and beauty, all else I notice not,
  536. p. 285, line 5But the house alone—that wondrous house—that delicate fair house—that ruin!
  537. p. 285, line 6That immortal house more than all the rows of dwellings ever built!
  538. p. 285, line 8That little house alone more than them all—poor, desperate house!
  539. p. 285, line 20O how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken?
  540. p. 286, line 20That the winds are really not infectious,
  541. p. 286, line 21That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me,
  542. p. 286, line 22That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues,
  543. p. 286, line 23That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited themselves in it,
  544. p. 286, line 24That all is clean forever and forever,
  545. p. 286, line 25That the cool drink from the well tastes so good,
  546. p. 286, line 26That blackberries are so flavorous and juicy,
  547. p. 286, line 27That the fruits of the apple-orchard and the orange-orchard, that melons, grapes, peaches, plums, will none of them poison me,
  548. p. 286, line 28That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease,
  549. p. 287, line 1Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient,
  550. p. 287, line 9That is nothing that is quell'd by one or two failures, or any number of failures,
  551. p. 288, line 5Then only shall liberty or the idea of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth,
  552. p. 288, line 13So it is—but now it seems to me, when it cannot be help'd, that defeat is great,
  553. p. 288, line 14And that death and dismay are great.
  554. p. 288, line 16Garner'd clusters of ages that men and women like us grew up and travel'd their course and pass'd on,
  555. p. 288, line 24O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more than we are for nothing,
  556. p. 289, line 1I know that they belong to the scheme of the world every bit as much as we now belong to it.
  557. p. 289, line 12I believe of all those men and women that fill'd the unnamed lands, every one exists this hour here or elsewhere, invisible to us,
  558. p. 289, line 14I believe that was not the end of those nations or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my nation, or of me;
  559. p. 289, line 22Little and large alike drop quietly aside from the prudence that suits immortality.
  560. p. 290, line 1All that a person does, says, thinks, is of consequence,
  561. p. 290, line 2Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day, month, any part of the direct lifetime, or the hour of death,
  562. 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,
  563. p. 290, line 18All self-denial that stood steady and aloof on wrecks, and saw others fill the seats of the boats,
  564. p. 291, line 1All that was ever manfully begun, whether it succeeded or no,
  565. 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,
  566. p. 291, line 4All that is henceforth to be thought or done by you whoever you are, or by any one,
  567. p. 291, line 8No consummation exists without being from some long previous consummation, and that from some other,
  568. p. 291, line 13The soul has that measureless pride which revolts from every lesson but its own.
  569. p. 291, line 14Now I breathe the word of the prudence that walks abreast with time, space, reality,
  570. p. 291, line 15That answers the pride which refuses every lesson but its own.
  571. p. 291, line 21Knows that the young man who composedly peril'd his life and lost it has done exceedingly well for himself without doubt,
  572. p. 291, line 22That he who never peril'd his life, but retains it to old age in riches and ease, has probably achiev'd nothing for himself worth mentioning,
  573. p. 291, line 23Knows that only that person has really learn'd who has learn'd to prefer results,
  574. p. 292, line 25It was not I that sinn'd the sin,
  575. p. 294, line 4All that is jocund and sparkling, the brooks running,
  576. p. 294, line 25But that thou walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of brokers,
  577. p. 297, line 14Then toward that man or that woman swiftly hasten all—none refuse, all attend,
  578. p. 297, line 16They debouch as they are wanted to march obediently through the mouth of that man or that woman.
  579. p. 297, line 17O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
  580. p. 298, line 2Until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose,
  581. p. 298, line 3Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies slumbering forever ready in all words.
  582. p. 298, line 8That we all labor together transmitting the same charge and succession,
  583. p. 298, line 12We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the disputers nor any thing that is asserted,
  584. p. 298, line 16Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.
  585. p. 298, line 19Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison?
  586. p. 298, line 20Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?
  587. p. 298, line 22Who am I that I should call you more obscene than myself?
  588. p. 299, line 5Beneath this face that appears so impassive hell's tides continually run,
  589. 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?
  590. p. 299, line 18And that there is no God any more divine than Yourself?
  591. p. 299, line 19And that that is what the oldest and newest myths finally mean?
  592. p. 299, line 20And that you or any one must approach creations through such laws?
  593. p. 300, line 1My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to meet me,
  594. p. 300, line 2And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come.
  595. p. 300, line 3Till then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me.
  596. p. 300, line 15(To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them, except as it results to their bodies and souls,
  597. p. 300, line 16So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked,
  598. p. 301, line 22The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the ships with men in them,
  599. 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?
  600. p. 304, line 13And that to another, and every one to another still.
  601. p. 305, line 2Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman,
  602. p. 305, line 3Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
  603. p. 305, line 4Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is immortal;
  604. 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.
  605. p. 305, line 8And that I can think such thoughts as these is just as wonderful,
  606. p. 305, line 9And that I can remind you, and you think them and know them to be true, is just as wonderful.
  607. p. 305, line 10And that the moon spins round the earth and on with the earth, is equally wonderful,
  608. p. 305, line 11And that they balance themselves with the sun and stars is equally wonderful.
  609. p. 305, line 16For all that, they have it forever in themselves to corroborate far and near without one exception.
  610. p. 305, line 18Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing salmon,
  611. p. 306, line 3Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,
  612. p. 306, line 18In that amid thy many faults thou ever aimedst highly,
  613. p. 306, line 19In that thou wouldst not really sell thyself however great the price,
  614. p. 306, line 20In that thou surely wakedst weeping from thy drugg'd sleep,
  615. p. 306, line 21In that alone among thy sisters thou, giantess, didst rend the ones that shamed thee,
  616. p. 306, line 22In that thou couldst not, wouldst not, wear the usual chains,
  617. p. 308, line 2An old man gathering youthful memories and blooms that youth itself cannot.
  618. p. 309, line 29The gift of perfect women fit for thee—what if that gift of gifts thou lackest?
  619. p. 310, line 14Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies,
  620. p. 311, line 20Green blades of grass and warbling birds, children that gambol and play, the clouds of heaven above,)
  621. p. 312, line 6(I think O tongues ye tell this heart, that cannot tell itself,
  622. p. 312, line 7This brooding yearning heart, that cannot tell itself.)
  623. p. 318, line 17With that sad incessant refrain, Wherefore unsatisfied soul? and Whither O mocking life?
  624. p. 318, line 29Finally shall come the poet worthy that name,
  625. p. 320, line 4Thyself O soul that will not brook a challenge.
  626. p. 321, line 28That, circling, move in order, safe, harmonious,
  627. p. 321, line 34But that I, turning, call to thee O soul, thou actual Me,
  628. p. 322, line 24You, strew'd with the wrecks of skeletons, that, living, never reach'd you.
  629. p. 324, line 22That Thou O God my life hast lighted,
  630. p. 324, line 26For that O God, be it my latest word, here on my knees,
  631. p. 326, line 3The murderer that is to be hung next day, how does he sleep?
  632. p. 326, line 5The female that loves unrequited sleeps,
  633. p. 326, line 6And the male that loves unrequited sleeps,
  634. p. 326, line 7The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps,
  635. p. 326, line 14I saw that it was beautiful, and I see that what is not the earth is beautiful.
  636. p. 326, line 29The emigrant and the exile, the criminal that stood in the box,
  637. p. 327, line 9I feel the hot moisture yet that he left me.
  638. p. 327, line 23(It seems to me that every thing in the light and air ought to be happy,
  639. p. 328, line 4I hate the swift-running eddies that would dash him head-foremost on the rocks.
  640. p. 330, line 17The beautiful lost swimmer, the ennuyé, the onanist, the female that loves unrequited, the money-maker,
  641. p. 330, line 19The affectionate boy, the husband and wife, the voter, the nominee that is chosen and the nominee that has fail'd,
  642. p. 330, line 22The criminal that stood in the box, the judge that sat and sentenced him, the fluent lawyers, the jury, the audience,
  643. p. 330, line 24The consumptive, the erysipalite, the idiot, he that is wrong'd,
  644. p. 331, line 2Every one that sleeps is beautiful, every thing in the dim light is beautiful,
  645. p. 331, line 16The sleepers that lived and died wait, the far advanced are to go on in their turns, and the far behind are to come on in their turns,
  646. 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,
  647. p. 332, line 20Let judges and criminals be transposed—let the prison-keepers be put in prison—let those that were prisoners take the keys;
  648. p. 332, line 21Let them that distrust birth and death lead the rest.
  649. p. 333, line 1TO think of time—of all that retrospection,
  650. p. 333, line 8To think that the sun rose in the east—that men and women were flexible, real, alive—that every thing was alive,
  651. p. 333, line 9To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part,
  652. p. 333, line 10To think that we are now here and bear our part.
  653. p. 334, line 3(I see one building the house that serves him a few years, or seventy or eighty years at most,
  654. p. 334, line 4I see one building the house that serves him longer than that.)
  655. p. 334, line 6He that was President was buried, and he that is now President shall surely be buried.
  656. p. 334, line 22Died, aged forty-one years—and that was his funeral.
  657. p. 335, line 1To think that these are so much and so nigh to other drivers, and he there takes no interest in them.
  658. p. 335, line 3To think that other working-men will make just as great account of them, yet we make little or no account.
  659. p. 335, line 21It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father, it is to identify you,
  660. p. 336, line 1It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided,
  661. p. 336, line 4The threads that were spun are gather'd, the weft crosses the warp, the pattern is systematic.
  662. p. 336, line 7The guest that was coming, he waited long, he is now housed,
  663. 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.
  664. p. 336, line 20But there is more account than that, there is strict account of all.
  665. p. 336, line 25I have dream'd that we are not to be changed so much, nor the law of us changed,
  666. p. 337, line 1I have dream'd that heroes and good-doers shall be under the present and past law,
  667. p. 337, line 2And that murderers, drunkards, liars, shall be under the present and past law,
  668. p. 337, line 3For I have dream'd that the law they are under now is enough.
  669. p. 337, line 4And I have dream'd that the purpose and essence of the known life, the transient,
  670. p. 337, line 13The whole universe indicates that it is good,
  671. p. 337, line 14The past and the present indicate that it is good.
  672. p. 337, line 20I swear I think now that every thing without exception has an eternal soul!
  673. p. 337, line 23That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and the cohering is for it!
  674. p. 338, line 6Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.
  675. p. 338, line 9All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.
  676. p. 339, line 9Relentless I forgive no man—whoever sins dies—I will have that man's life;
  677. p. 339, line 11But as the seasons and gravitation, and as all the appointed days that forgive not,
  678. p. 340, line 7(Though it was thought I was baffled and dispel'd, and my wiles done, but that will never be,)
  679. p. 340, line 22And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love, but he was not in that place,
  680. p. 340, line 24And I found that every place was a burial-place;
  681. p. 341, line 23But the one I thought was with me as now I walk by the shore, the one I loved that caress'd me,
  682. p. 341, line 24As I lean and look through the glimmering light, that one has utterly disappear'd,
  683. p. 341, line 25And those appear that are hateful to me and mock me.
  684. p. 342, line 2I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant of, calm and actual faces,
  685. p. 342, line 4I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless, in vain I try to think how limitless,
  686. p. 342, line 5I do not doubt that the orbs and the systems of orbs play their swift sports through the air on purpose, and that I shall one day be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they,
  687. p. 342, line 6I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on millions of years,
  688. p. 342, line 7I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have their exteriors, and that the eyesight has another eyesight, and the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice,
  689. p. 342, line 8I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are provided for, and that the deaths of young women and the deaths of little children are provided for,
  690. p. 342, line 10I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points,
  691. p. 342, line 11I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any time, is provided for in the inherences of things,
  692. p. 342, line 13QUICKSAND years that whirl me I know not whither,
  693. p. 342, line 16One's-self must never give way—that is the final substance—that out of all is sure,
  694. p. 343, line 1THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long untaught I did not hear,
  695. p. 344, line 14I absolve you from all except yourself spiritual bodily, that is eternal, you yourself will surely escape,
  696. p. 345, line 12O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me, as the day cannot,
  697. p. 345, line 13I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
  698. p. 345, line 16Of certain ships, how they sail from port with flying streamers and wafted kisses, and that is the last of them,
  699. p. 345, line 19Of the veil'd tableau—women gather'd together on deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that draws so close—O the moment!
  700. p. 347, line 9Out of that formula for thee I sing.
  701. p. 347, line 15Nor the compliments that have served their turn so long,
  702. p. 347, line 22That endlessly sounds from the two Great Seas of the world.
  703. p. 348, line 8Thou that lay folded like an unborn babe within its folds so long,
  704. p. 348, line 25Beautiful world of new superber birth that rises to my eyes,
  705. p. 349, line 23Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that weigh'd so long upon the mind of man,
  706. p. 352, line 15Thou that with fructifying heat and light,
  707. p. 352, line 18O'er all the globe that turns its face to thee shining in space,
  708. p. 352, line 19Thou that impartially infoldest all, not only continents, seas,
  709. p. 352, line 20Thou that to grapes and weeds and little wild flowers givest so liberally,
  710. p. 353, line 13A stallion that yielded at last to the thongs and knife of the gelder.
  711. p. 353, line 21Snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.
  712. p. 354, line 17I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother,
  713. p. 356, line 15That now ecstatic ghost, close to me bending, thy cornet echoing, pealing,
  714. p. 356, line 17That I may thee translate.
  715. p. 357, line 10Love, that is pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang,
  716. p. 357, line 14I see the vast alembic ever working, I see and know the flames that heat the world,
  717. p. 357, line 17Love, that is all the earth to lovers—love, that mocks time and space,
  718. p. 357, line 18Love, that is day and night—love, that is sun and moon and stars,
  719. p. 357, line 19Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume,
  720. p. 361, line 1I see that the word of my city is that word from of old,
  721. p. 361, line 2Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb,
  722. p. 361, line 24I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,
  723. p. 361, line 25And that the universe does.)
  724. p. 362, line 3Meditating among liars and retreating sternly into myself, I see that there are really no liars or lies after all,
  725. p. 362, line 4And that nothing fails its perfect return, and that what are called lies are perfect returns,
  726. p. 362, line 5And that each thing exactly represents itself and what has preceded it,
  727. p. 362, line 6And that the truth includes all, and is compact just as much as space is compact,
  728. p. 362, line 7And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth—but that all is truth without exception;
  729. p. 362, line 10THAT which eludes this verse and any verse,
  730. p. 364, line 2Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
  731. p. 365, line 19Out of that old entire European debris, the shatter'd mummeries,
  732. p. 367, line 16Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,)
  733. p. 368, line 8Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways,
  734. p. 368, line 10Or that thou sat'st where Washington sat, ruling the land in peace,
  735. p. 368, line 13But that in foreign lands, in all thy walks with kings,
  736. p. 368, line 18SPIRIT that form'd this scene,
  737. p. 368, line 28But thou that revelest here—spirit that form'd this scene,
  738. p. 369, line 7Around me I hear that eclat of the world, politics, produce,
  739. p. 370, line 8O soul, we have positively appear'd—that is enough.
  740. p. 370, line 13I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage,
  741. p. 372, line 28That I exhale love from me wherever I go like a moist perennial dew,
  742. 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,
  743. p. 374, line 11Of these songs, well understood there, (being made for that area,)
  744. p. 377, line 12And you local spots, and you airs that swim above lightly impalpable,
  745. p. 378, line 22(Full well they know that message in the darkness,
  746. p. 380, line 21And the songs of birth, and shown that there are many births.
  747. p. 381, line 1I announce that the identity of these States is a single identity only,
  748. p. 381, line 8I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold,
  749. p. 381, line 9I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation.
  750. p. 382, line 2The best of me then when no longer visible, for toward that I have been incessantly preparing.
  751. p. 382, line 3What is there more, that I lag and pause and crouch extended with unshut mouth?
  752. p. 384, line 27[…] You Alone—Proudly the Flood Comes In—By That Long Scan of Waves—Then Last of All.) Election Day […]
  753. p. 384, line 37[…] Red Jacket (from Aloft,) 393 Washington's Monument, February, 1885, 393 Of That Blithe Throat of Thine, 394 Broadway, 394 To Get the Final Lilt […]
  754. p. 385, line 12The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps—that inbound urge and urge of waves,
  755. p. 386, line 19Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities,
  756. p. 389, line 5Again the trembling, laboring vessel veers me—I press through foam-dash'd rocks that almost touch me,
  757. p. 389, line 17You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work!
  758. p. 390, line 26By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself,
  759. p. 391, line 11The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.
  760. p. 392, line 25From that great play on history's stage eterne,
  761. p. 392, line 26That lurid, partial act of war and peace—of old and new contending,
  762. p. 394, line 1Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank,
  763. p. 395, line 18(So firm—so liquid-soft—again that tremulous, manly timbre!
  764. p. 397, line 5"Is, that we all are onward, onward, speeding slowly, surely bettering,
  765. p. 397, line 9Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest—namely, One's- Self—a simple, separate person. That, for the use of the New World, I sing.
  766. p. 397, line 18Enough that they've survived at all—long life's unflinching ones!
  767. p. 397, line 19Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all—in that alone,
  768. p. 398, line 6That coursing on, whate'er men's speculations,
  769. p. 399, line 7And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;
  770. p. 399, line 15Thine eyes, ears—all thy best attributes—all that takes cognizance of natural beauty,
  771. p. 401, line 7The little boat that scull'd him from the sloop, now held in leash I see,
  772. p. 403, line 18(O heaven! what flash and started endless train of all! compared indeed to that!
  773. p. 407, line 13In answer, or rather defiance, to that kind of well-put interrogation, here comes this little cluster, and […]
  774. p. 407, line 15[…] my preceding clusters. Though not at all clear that, as here collated, it is worth printing (certainly I have […]
  775. p. 407, line 25However that may be, I feel like improving to-day's opportunity and wind […]
  776. p. 408, line 16[…] from dwelling, even vaunting here at the end) that this late-years palsied old shorn and shell-fish condition of me […]
  777. p. 408, line 23[…] or fields south of Washington City, or in that place and elsewhere—those hot, sad, wrenching times—the army […]
  778. p. 409, line 12We only know that we drift here with the rest,
  779. p. 409, line 13That we linger'd and lagg'd—but were wafted at last, and are now here,
  780. p. 410, line 23That all these solid things are indeed but apparitions, concepts, non-realities.)
  781. p. 411, line 8For but last night I woke, and in that spectral ring saw thee,
  782. p. 411, line 36[…] part of day, of punctually visiting those at that time populous wards of suffering men. Somehow (or I thought […]
  783. p. 413, line 34[…] of five or six names, under Lincoln's Presidency, that history will bear for ages in her firmament as marking […]
  784. p. 413, line 40[…] talents ever evinced by any nation on earth. That they possess'd a rank and file ahead of all other […]
  785. p. 413, line 45[…] able to stand the whole world, but conquer that world united against us […]
  786. p. 418, line 16Thou waters that encompass us!
  787. p. 418, line 17Thou that in all the life and death of us, in action or in sleep!
  788. p. 418, line 18Thou laws invisible that permeate them and all,
  789. p. 418, line 19Thou that in all, and over all, and through and under all, incessant!
  790. p. 425, line 21[…] first purposes and speculations, with the warp of that experience afterwards, always bringing strange developments […]
  791. p. 425, line 28[…] World,* if I may assume to say so. That I have not gain'd the acceptance of my own time […]
  792. p. 425, line 31[…] anticipations—(" still lives the song, though Regnar dies")—That from a worldly and business point of view "Leaves of […]
  793. p. 425, line 32[…] of Grass " has been worse than a failure—that public criticism on the book and myself as author of […]
  794. p. 426, line 2[…] letter from W. S. K., Boston, May 28,1884)—And that solely for publishing it I have been the object of […]
  795. p. 426, line 11[…] this little phalanx!—for being so few) is that, unstopp'd and unwarp'd by any influence outside the soul within […]
  796. p. 426, line 14In calculating that decision, William O'Connor and Dr. Bucke are far more peremptory […]
  797. p. 426, line 15[…] more peremptory than I am. Behind all else that can be said, I consider "Leaves of Grass" and its […]
  798. p. 426, line 22[…] now can fully answer. I consider the point that I have positively gain'd a hearing, to far more than […]
  799. p. 426, line 24[…] any and all other lacks and withholdings. Essentially, that was from the first, and has remain'd throughout, the main […]
  800. p. 426, line 28[…] and dispassionately reviewing all my intentions, I feel that they were creditable—and I accept the result, whatever it […]
  801. p. 426, line 36[…] Or rather, to be quite exact, a desire that had been flitting through my previous life, or hovering on […]
  802. p. 426, line 44[…] days, and of current America—and to exploit that Personality, identified with place and date, in a far more […]
  803. p. 427, line 17[…] perhaps too late,) I have unwittingly taken up that challenge and made an attempt at such statements—which I […]
  804. p. 427, line 39[…] few weeks ago an eminent French critic said that, owing to the special tendency to science and to its […]
  805. p. 428, line 3[…] real thing, and to real things only. Without that ultimate vivification—which the poet or other artist alone can […]
  806. p. 428, line 22[…] we be, if we have cull'd enough of that period in its own spirit to worthily waft a few […]
  807. p. 428, line 28[…] meaning to them, in my opinion no definition that has ever been made sufficiently encloses the name Poetry; nor […]
  808. p. 428, line 32Also it must be carefully remember'd that first-class literature does not shine by any luminosity of its […]
  809. p. 428, line 37[…] best. There are, I know, certain controling themes that seem endlessly appropriated to the poets—as war, in the […]
  810. p. 429, line 12[…] attempt reading the book without first carefully tallying that preparatory background and quality in the mind. Think of the […]
  811. p. 429, line 25[…] soul, were never possible before. It is certain that a poetry of absolute faith and equality for the use […]
  812. p. 429, line 35[…] and forming their birth-marks. I know very well that my "Leaves" could not possibly have emerged or been fashion'd […]
  813. p. 429, line 41[…] me or not, I know well enough, too, that in respect to pictorial talent, dramatic situations, and especially in […]
  814. p. 429, line 43[…] technique of poetry, not only the divine works that to-day stand ahead in the world's reading, but dozens more […]
  815. p. 430, line 10[…] through the genesis and ensemble of to-day; and that such illustration and ensemble are the chief demands of America's […]
  816. p. 430, line 15[…] and well, probably never to be excell'd—but that while in such æsthetic presentation of objects, passions, plots, thoughts […]
  817. p. 430, line 19[…] the past, it still remains to be said that there is even towards all those a subjective and contemporary […]
  818. p. 430, line 22[…] genius and environments, different from anything hitherto; and that such conception of current or gone-by life and art is […]
  819. p. 430, line 40[…] action of the modern time, and dominate all that precedes or opposes them—is not either a radical advance […]
  820. p. 431, line 15[…] to-day enveloping and penetrating America, is there one that is consistent with these United States, or essentially applicable to […]
  821. p. 431, line 20[…] splendid day-rise of science and resuscitation of history, that our chief religious and poetical works are not our own […]
  822. p. 431, line 23[…] twilight dimness! What is there in those works that so imperiously and scornfully dominates all our advanced civilization, and […]
  823. p. 431, line 28[…] the proud distinction for certain important phases of that past, of being the loftiest of the singers life has […]
  824. p. 431, line 31[…] upon conditions, standards, politics, sociologies, ranges of belief, that have been quite eliminated from the Eastern hemisphere, and never […]
  825. p. 431, line 36[…] æsthetic natures of humanity have not radically changed—that in these the old poems apply to our times and […]
  826. p. 431, line 37[…] times and all times, irrespective of date; and that they are of incalculable value as pictures of the past […]
  827. p. 433, line 17[…] was not an admirer, tho' I always saw that beyond their limited range of melody (like perpetual chimes of […]
  828. p. 433, line 22[…] was repaid in Poe's prose by the idea that (at any rate for our occasions, our day) there can […]
  829. p. 433, line 30[…] my own distinctive era and surroundings, America, Democracy?) that the trunk and centre whence the answer was to radiate […]
  830. p. 433, line 36[…] strongly (whether I have shown it or not) that to the true and full estimate of the Present both […]
  831. p. 433, line 43[…] given to me. It is certain, I say, that, although I had made a start before, only from the […]
  832. p. 434, line 2[…] it just as plainly in others, in millions)—that only from the strong flare and provocation of that war's […]
  833. p. 434, line 3[…] only from the strong flare and provocation of that war's sights and scenes the final reasons-for-being of an autochthonic […]
  834. p. 434, line 38[…] in such questions. I say the profoundest service that poems or any other writings can do for their reader […]
  835. p. 435, line 12[…] American individuality and assist it—not only because that is a great lesson in Nature, amid all her generalizing […]
  836. p. 435, line 21[…] been so retarded and jeopardized by powerful personalities, that its first instincts are fain to clip, conform, bring in […]
  837. p. 435, line 27[…] certain liability accompanies them all, as we see. That primal and interior something in man, in his soul's abysms […]
  838. p. 435, line 33[…] democracy appear to be endangering, perhaps eliminating. But that forms an appearance only; the reality is quite different. The […]
  839. p. 436, line 1[…] democratic averages of America. I was to show that we, here and to-day, are eligible to the grandest and […]
  840. p. 436, line 15[…] Sex and Amativeness, and even Animality—though meanings that do not usually go along with those words are behind […]
  841. p. 436, line 19[…] gives breath of life to my whole scheme that the bulk of the pieces might as well have been […]
  842. p. 436, line 35[…] giving evasions and swathing suppressions in place of that "heroic nudity" * on which only a genuine diagnosis of serious […]
  843. p. 437, line 4[…] a desire to attempt some worthy record of that entire faith and acceptance ("to justify the ways of God […]
  844. p. 437, line 14[…] and purpose in Nature, entire and several; and that invisible spiritual results, just as real and definite as the […]
  845. p. 437, line 21[…] my conviction (just as strong to-day as ever) that the crowning growth of the United States is to be […]
  846. p. 437, line 23[…] spiritual and heroic. To help start and favor that growth—or even to call attention to it, or the […]
  847. p. 438, line 13[…] find any similar personal record in current literature that satisfied me. But it is not on "Leaves of Grass […]
  848. p. 438, line 15[…] Grass " distinctively as literature, or a specimen thereof, that I feel to dwell, or advance claims. No one will […]
  849. p. 438, line 35[…] First, what Herder taught to the young Goethe, that really great poetry is always (like the Homeric or Biblical […]
  850. p. 438, line 37[…] privilege of a polish'd and select few; Second, that the strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung […]