Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 10, line 28This song for mariners and all their ships.
  2. p. 13, line 10The visible but their womb of birth,
  3. p. 13, line 15Swelling, collapsing, ending, serving their longer, shorter use,)
  4. p. 15, line 3How they inure to themselves as much as to any—what a paradox appears their age,
  5. p. 15, line 5How there is something relentless in their fate all times,
  6. p. 15, line 6How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation and reward,
  7. p. 17, line 11Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
  8. p. 21, line 24I believe these are to found their own ideal of manly love, indicating it in me,
  9. p. 22, line 2I advance from the people in their own spirit,
  10. p. 22, line 16I say that the real and permanent grandeur of these States must be their religion,
  11. p. 22, line 24It is well—against such I say not a word, I am their poet also,
  12. p. 24, line 13I will make the songs of passion to give them their way,
  13. p. 25, line 15Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the meaning, the main concern,
  14. p. 27, line 7Coming among the new ones myself to be their companion and equal, coming personally to you now,
  15. p. 28, line 11See, on the one side the Western Sea and on the other the Eastern Sea, how they advance and retreat upon my poems as upon their own shores,
  16. p. 28, line 18See, mechanics busy at their benches with tools—see from among them superior judges, philosophs, Presidents, emerge, drest in working dresses,
  17. p. 29, line 12Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
  18. p. 31, line 16Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty,
  19. p. 33, line 18It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps,
  20. p. 34, line 1And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.
  21. p. 34, line 14The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
  22. p. 36, line 12Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders,
  23. p. 37, line 12The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair,
  24. p. 37, line 13Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.
  25. p. 37, line 14An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies,
  26. p. 37, line 15It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
  27. p. 37, line 16The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them,
  28. p. 37, line 23From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements,
  29. p. 37, line 24The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms,
  30. p. 39, line 18The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner,
  31. p. 40, line 5The western turkey-shooting draws old and young, some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs,
  32. p. 40, line 9The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their partners, the dancers bow to each other,
  33. p. 41, line 21In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after their day's sport,
  34. p. 41, line 23The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time,
  35. p. 42, line 15Comrade of Californians, comrade of free North-Westerners, (loving their big proportions,)
  36. p. 42, line 25(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place,
  37. p. 42, line 26The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place,
  38. p. 48, line 10Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!
  39. p. 48, line 15By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
  40. p. 50, line 5The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction,
  41. p. 51, line 7Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals,
  42. p. 53, line 11They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,
  43. p. 54, line 11In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach,
  44. p. 54, line 22They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
  45. p. 54, line 23They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
  46. p. 54, line 24They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
  47. p. 54, line 28So they show their relations to me and I accept them,
  48. p. 54, line 29They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
  49. p. 56, line 12Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their hides,
  50. p. 57, line 8Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks,
  51. p. 57, line 14Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out,
  52. p. 58, line 27My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns to me.
  53. p. 59, line 22How the lank loose-gown'd women look'd when boated from the side of their prepared graves,
  54. p. 60, line 7The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close,
  55. p. 60, line 13Tumbling walls buried me in their debris,
  56. p. 60, line 15I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels,
  57. p. 60, line 19White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps,
  58. p. 61, line 13Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks,
  59. p. 61, line 14Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemy's, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance,
  60. p. 61, line 15Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone,
  61. p. 61, line 16They treated for an honorable capitulation, receiv'd writing and seal, gave up their arms and march'd back prisoners of war.
  62. p. 64, line 8For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch,
  63. p. 65, line 7Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth,
  64. p. 66, line 30I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs,
  65. p. 67, line 12Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days,
  66. p. 67, line 19Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction,
  67. p. 67, line 20Their brawny limbs passing safe over charr'd laths, their white foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames;
  68. p. 67, line 22Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts bagg'd out at their waists,
  69. p. 69, line 13In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture—but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?
  70. p. 72, line 2For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings,
  71. p. 72, line 9Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.
  72. p. 72, line 21Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine.
  73. 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,
  74. p. 75, line 26On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek me.
  75. p. 79, line 9The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
  76. p. 79, line 11The revolving cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again,
  77. p. 81, line 20Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
  78. p. 82, line 6The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the contour of their shape downwards,
  79. p. 82, line 9Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances,
  80. p. 82, line 10The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,
  81. p. 82, line 16The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps,
  82. p. 86, line 5This is not only one man, this the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns,
  83. p. 88, line 22Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,
  84. p. 88, line 24They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm, clear, well-possess'd of themselves.
  85. p. 89, line 16The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,
  86. p. 97, line 5I will sound myself and comrades only, I will never again utter a call only their call,
  87. p. 99, line 7I will make inseparable cities with their arms about each other's necks,
  88. p. 99, line 13(For who but I should understand lovers and all their sorrow and joy?
  89. p. 107, line 13Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and command, leading not following,
  90. p. 109, line 23And in all their looks and words.
  91. p. 112, line 16Who are the groups of old men going slowly with their arms about each other's necks?
  92. p. 113, line 9I hear the locusts in Syria as they strike the grain and grass with the showers of their terrible clouds,
  93. p. 113, line 13I hear the Christian priests at the altars of their churches, I hear the responsive base and soprano,
  94. p. 114, line 22I behold the sail and steamships of the world, some in clusters in port, some on their voyages,
  95. p. 115, line 3Others sternly push their way through the northern winter-packs,
  96. 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.
  97. p. 117, line 4I see over the pampas the pursuit of wild cattle for their hides.
  98. p. 117, line 24I see the Kruman in his hut, and the Dahoman and Ashantee-man in their huts,
  99. p. 120, line 18All islands to which birds wing their way I wing my way myself.
  100. p. 126, line 11You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach'd hands toward you.
  101. p. 126, line 22Journeyers as with companions, namely their own diverse phases,
  102. p. 126, line 24Journeyers gayly with their own youth, journeyers with their bearded and well-grain'd manhood,
  103. p. 126, line 25Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass'd, content,
  104. p. 126, line 26Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,
  105. p. 127, line 13To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you encounter them, to gather the love out of their hearts,
  106. p. 130, line 15Watched the Twelfth-month sea-gulls, saw them high in the air floating with motionless wings, oscillating their bodies,
  107. p. 130, line 16Saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts of their bodies and left the rest in strong shadow,
  108. p. 130, line 24Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me,
  109. p. 130, line 28The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in their pilot-houses,
  110. p. 131, line 7Casting their flicker of black contrasted with wild red and yellow light over the tops of houses, and down into the clefts of streets.
  111. p. 132, line 14Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent leaning of their flesh against me as I sat,
  112. p. 132, line 28The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the belated lighter?
  113. p. 135, line 8He puts things in their attitudes,
  114. p. 136, line 14The English believe he comes of their English stock,
  115. p. 137, line 2What always indicates the poet is the crowd of the pleasant company of singers, and their words,
  116. p. 139, line 3In their northerly wilds beasts of prey haunting the Adirondacks the hills, or lapping the Saginaw waters to drink,
  117. p. 139, line 5In farmers' barns oxen in the stable, their harvest labor done, they rest standing, they are too tired,
  118. p. 140, line 4On rivers boatmen safely moor'd at nightfall in their boats under shelter of high banks,
  119. p. 142, line 7These affording, in all their particulars, the old feuillage to me and to America, how can I do less than pass the clew of the union of them, to afford the like to you?
  120. p. 144, line 7I pull the wicker pots up slantingly, the dark green lobsters are desperate with their claws as I take them out, I insert wooden pegs in the joints of their pincers,
  121. p. 144, line 9There in a huge kettle of boiling water the lobsters shall be boil'd till their color becomes scarlet.
  122. p. 149, line 16The thought of ships struck in the storm and put on their beam ends, and the cutting away of masts,
  123. p. 149, line 24The beauty of wood-boys and wood-men with their clear untrimm'd faces,
  124. p. 150, line 1Lumbermen in their winter camp, daybreak in the woods, stripes of snow on the limbs of trees, the occasional snapping,
  125. p. 150, line 6The hoist-up of beams, the push of them in their places, laying them regular,
  126. p. 150, line 7Setting the studs by their tenons in the mortises according as they were prepared,
  127. p. 150, line 8The blows of mallets and hammers, the attitudes of the men, their curv'd limbs,
  128. p. 150, line 12Their postures bringing their weapons downward on the bearers,
  129. p. 150, line 15The six framing-men, two in the middle and two at each end, carefully bearing on their shoulders a heavy stick for a cross-beam,
  130. 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,
  131. p. 150, line 21The swing of their axes on the square-hew'd log shaping it toward the shape of a mast,
  132. p. 151, line 3The slender, spasmic, blue-white jets, the bringing to bear of the hooks and ladders and their execution,
  133. p. 151, line 5The crowd with their lit faces watching, the glare and dense shadows;
  134. p. 152, line 8They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play for them,
  135. p. 153, line 27The forge-furnace is there, the melt is accomplish'd, the hammersmen are at hand with their tongs and hammers,
  136. p. 156, line 8The ships themselves on their ways, the tiers of scaffolds, the workmen busy outside and inside,
  137. p. 160, line 30Somewhere within their walls shall all that forwards perfect human life be started,
  138. p. 161, line 3Materials here under your eye shall change their shape as if by magic,
  139. p. 163, line 30See, where their white sails, bellying in the wind, speckle the green and blue,
  140. p. 164, line 3Wielding all day their axes.
  141. p. 164, line 4Behold, on the lakes, thy pilots at their wheels, thy oarsmen,
  142. p. 164, line 7Behold thy sturdy blacksmiths swinging their sledges,
  143. p. 164, line 12See, from their chimneys how the tall flame-fires stream.
  144. p. 166, line 13As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain,
  145. p. 167, line 2For a superber race, they too to grandly fill their time,
  146. p. 168, line 12All their recesses of forests and mountains leaving,
  147. p. 172, line 22The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you, not you here for them,
  148. p. 178, line 3Duly approach and pass with their companions or a companion,
  149. p. 178, line 4Looking from no countenances of their own, but from the countenances of those who are with them,
  150. p. 181, line 22Forth from their masks, no matter what,
  151. p. 183, line 18Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
  152. p. 185, line 2All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
  153. p. 185, line 3All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,
  154. p. 187, line 1Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure of all,
  155. p. 187, line 9(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?)
  156. p. 191, line 2The tables of population and products, I would sing of your ships and their cargoes,
  157. p. 193, line 10Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
  158. p. 193, line 18When the round-mouth'd guns out of the smoke and smell I love spit their salutes,
  159. p. 195, line 1The countries there with their populations, the millions en-masse are curiously here,
  160. p. 197, line 17And their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown,
  161. p. 198, line 18Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights after their sorts,
  162. p. 208, line 18And all that went down doing their duty,
  163. p. 208, line 25Waves, air, midnight, their savagest trinity lashing,
  164. p. 209, line 7After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes,
  165. p. 209, line 8Below, a myriad myriad waves hastening, lifting up their necks,
  166. p. 210, line 15Here gape your great grandsons, their wives gaze at them from the windows,
  167. p. 212, line 1Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike revenge, or the heads of the nobles fall;
  168. p. 216, line 17Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
  169. p. 219, line 14How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard in their stead,
  170. p. 220, line 10The new recruits, even boys, the old men show them how to wear their accoutrements, they buckle the straps carefully,
  171. p. 220, line 14(How good they look as they tramp down to the river, sweaty, with their guns on their shoulders!
  172. p. 220, line 15How I love them! how I could hug them, with their brown faces and their clothes and knapsacks cover'd with dust!)
  173. p. 220, line 21The unpent enthusiasm, the wild cheers of the crowd for their favorites,
  174. p. 223, line 2To Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, to sing their songs, (they are inimitable;)
  175. p. 223, line 15In the upward air where their eyes turn,
  176. p. 225, line 17I see numberless farms, I see the farmers working in their fields or barns,
  177. p. 227, line 21Not houses of peace indeed are you, nor any nor all their prosperity, (if need be, you shall again have every one of those houses to destroy them,
  178. p. 228, line 17I travel'd the prairies over and slept on their breast, I cross'd the Nevadas, I cross'd the plateaus,
  179. p. 230, line 20Drest in blue, bearing their trusty rifles on their shoulders.
  180. p. 231, line 23Do you hear the officers giving their orders?
  181. p. 233, line 10The British advancing, rounding in from the east, fiercely playing their guns,
  182. p. 233, line 13They made repeated desperate attempts to burst their environment,
  183. p. 233, line 14Then drew close together, very compact, their flag flying in the middle,
  184. p. 234, line 7Quite within hearing, feasting, clinking wineglasses together over their victory.
  185. p. 234, line 25As resolute in defeat as other generals in their proudest triumphs?
  186. p. 235, line 11They take a serpentine course, their arms flash in the sun—hark to the musical clank,
  187. p. 242, line 21Where their priceless blood reddens the grass the ground,
  188. p. 245, line 16Some, their time up, returning with thinn'd ranks, young, yet very old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;)
  189. p. 245, line 23Manhattan streets with their powerful throbs, with beating drums as now,
  190. p. 245, line 25Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus!
  191. p. 248, line 1I saw them receive their orders aside, they listen'd with care, the adjutant was very grave,
  192. p. 248, line 2I saw them depart with cheerfulness, freely risking their lives.
  193. p. 248, line 13The crashing and smoking, the pride of the men in their pieces,
  194. p. 250, line 18On the dead on their backs with arms toss'd wide,
  195. p. 253, line 9As the muskets of the young men yet lean over their shoulders,
  196. p. 253, line 10As I look on the bayonets bristling over their shoulders,
  197. p. 253, line 23Red battles with their slaughter, the stimulus, the strong terrific game,
  198. p. 259, line 14In the close of the day with its light and the fields of spring, and the farmers preparing their crops,
  199. p. 259, line 21And the streets how their throbbings throbb'd, and the cities pent—lo, then and there,
  200. p. 260, line 12As I held as if by their hands my comrades in the night,
  201. p. 262, line 17Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well,
  202. p. 263, line 2For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
  203. p. 265, line 23The immortal poets of Asia and Europe have done their work and pass'd to other spheres,
  204. p. 266, line 2Does not repel them or the past or what they have produced under their forms,
  205. p. 267, line 17Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships, the gait they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors,
  206. p. 267, line 18The freshness and candor of their physiognomy, the copiousness and decision of their phrenology,
  207. p. 267, line 19The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their fierceness when wrong'd,
  208. p. 267, line 20The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their curiosity, good temper and open-handedness, the whole composite make,
  209. p. 269, line 5Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall.
  210. p. 269, line 10Not in him but off from him things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of their full returns,
  211. p. 270, line 18The cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles—the hurtled balls scream,
  212. p. 272, line 2Does it see behind the apparent custodians the real custodians standing, menacing, silent, the mechanics, Manhattanese, Western men, Southerners, significant alike in their apathy, and in the promptness of their love?
  213. p. 272, line 20There will shortly be no more priests, I say their work is done,
  214. p. 276, line 4Till the tissues that held me parted their ties upon me.
  215. p. 277, line 11Some in the north finding their way to Erie, Niagara, Ottawa,
  216. p. 280, line 16Streaming northward, their work done, camping awhile in clusters of mighty camps.
  217. p. 281, line 8I see well-wielded in their hands the better weapons.
  218. p. 282, line 2With these and else and with their own strong hands the heroes harvest.
  219. p. 282, line 10Oats to their bins, the white potato, the buckwheat of Michigan, to theirs;
  220. p. 283, line 2And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part of him.
  221. p. 285, line 25Where have you disposed of their carcasses?
  222. p. 286, line 13The he-birds carol mornings and evenings while the she-birds sit on their nests,
  223. p. 287, line 22The prison, scaffold, garroté, handcuffs, iron necklace and leadballs do their work,
  224. p. 287, line 25The cause is asleep, the strongest throats are choked with their own blood,
  225. p. 287, line 26The young men droop their eyelashes toward the ground when they meet;
  226. 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,
  227. p. 289, line 10Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us?
  228. p. 289, line 15Of their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products, games, wars, manners, crimes, prisons, slaves, heroes, poets,
  229. p. 289, line 16I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen world, counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world,
  230. p. 290, line 15Singly, wholly, to affect now, affected their time, will forever affect, all of the past and all of the present and all of the future,
  231. p. 290, line 20All pains of enthusiasts scoff'd at by their neighbors,
  232. p. 292, line 6Reaching the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceas'd their pacing,
  233. p. 292, line 14Whom seating on their stools beside her on the platform,
  234. p. 294, line 19Samples and sorts not for themselves alone, but for their atmosphere,
  235. p. 295, line 24Their wants provided for, hued in the sun and tinged for once with joy,
  236. 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,
  237. p. 304, line 1Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in other globes with their suns and moons,
  238. p. 304, line 15I am of the same style, for I am their friend,
  239. p. 307, line 20See, the two with stars on their foreheads—see, the round bodies and broad backs,
  240. p. 307, line 21How straight and square they stand on their legs—what fine sagacious eyes!
  241. p. 307, line 22How they watch their tamer—they wish him near them—how they turn to look after him!
  242. p. 311, line 13I see and hear old harpers with their harps at Welsh festivals,
  243. p. 311, line 14I hear the minnesingers singing their lays of love,
  244. p. 311, line 28And for their solvent setting earth's own diapason,
  245. p. 313, line 23I hear them clapping their hands as they bend their bodies,
  246. p. 313, line 24I hear the metrical shuffling of their feet.
  247. p. 313, line 26I see the Roman youth to the shrill sound of flageolets throwing and catching their weapons,
  248. p. 313, line 27As they fall on their knees and rise again.
  249. p. 314, line 25Endow me with their throbbings, Nature's also,
  250. p. 318, line 14Adam and Eve appear, then their myriad progeny after them,
  251. p. 318, line 27After the great captains and engineers have accomplish'd their work,
  252. p. 319, line 23The streams of the Indus and the Ganges and their many affluents,
  253. p. 319, line 30Central and southern empires and all their belongings, possessors,
  254. p. 325, line 5Of newer better worlds, their mighty parturition,
  255. p. 325, line 18How quiet they breathe, the little children in their cradles.
  256. p. 325, line 20The gash'd bodies on battle-fields, the insane in their strong-door'd rooms, the sacred idiots, the new-born emerging from gates, and the dying emerging from gates,
  257. p. 325, line 22The married couple sleep calmly in their bed, he with his palm on the hip of the wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,
  258. p. 325, line 23The sisters sleep lovingly side by side in their bed,
  259. p. 326, line 11The restless sink in their beds, they fitfully sleep.
  260. p. 326, line 22Well do they do their jobs those journeymen divine,
  261. p. 326, line 24I reckon I am their boss and they make me a pet besides,
  262. p. 326, line 26To lift their cunning covers to signify me with stretch'd arms, and resume the way;
  263. p. 327, line 16Perfume and youth course through me and I am their wake.
  264. p. 329, line 3He sees the slaughter of the southern braves confided to him by their parents.
  265. p. 329, line 6The officers speechless and slow draw near in their turns,
  266. p. 329, line 7The chief encircles their necks with his arm and kisses them on the cheek,
  267. p. 330, line 18The actor and actress, those through with their parts and those waiting to commence,
  268. 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,
  269. p. 333, line 23The living look upon the corpse with their eyesight,
  270. p. 336, line 6The orchestra have sufficiently tuned their instruments, the baton has given the signal.
  271. p. 339, line 15Foretold by prophets and poets in their most rapt prophecies and poems,
  272. 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,
  273. 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,
  274. p. 344, line 24The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets;
  275. p. 347, line 15Nor the compliments that have served their turn so long,
  276. p. 348, line 4(Recast, may-be discard them, end them—may-be their work is done, who knows?)
  277. p. 348, line 20With all their ancient struggles, martyrs, heroes, epics, wars, thou bear'st the other continents,
  278. p. 351, line 24Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
  279. p. 353, line 16Do you suppose I could be content with all if I thought them their own finalè?
  280. p. 354, line 2Its veins down the neck distend, its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites,
  281. p. 355, line 6They show their descent from the Master himself.
  282. p. 357, line 2Ladies and cavaliers long dead, barons are in their castle halls, the troubadours are singing,
  283. p. 360, line 1O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my soul to haunt their banks again,
  284. p. 363, line 3How many travelers started from their homes and ne'er return'd!
  285. p. 365, line 2They shall be complete women and men, their pose brawny and supple, their drink water, their blood clean and clear,
  286. p. 365, line 5Strong and sweet shall their tongues be, poems and materials of poems shall come from their lives, they shall be makers and finders,
  287. p. 365, line 6Of them and of their works shall emerge divine conveyers, to convey gospels,
  288. p. 366, line 24In the midst of their little circle, with their slaughter'd horses for breastworks,
  289. p. 367, line 17Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide,
  290. p. 367, line 25Onward I sped at the time—but now of their forms at night,
  291. p. 368, line 22These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
  292. p. 368, line 24Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
  293. p. 369, line 11The vast factories with their foremen and workmen,
  294. p. 370, line 14(Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts? are the acts suitable to them closed?)
  295. p. 370, line 21I see this day the People beginning their landmarks, (all others give way;)
  296. p. 371, line 11Unborn deeds, things soon to be, project their shapes around me,
  297. p. 371, line 21From their graves in the trenches ascending,
  298. p. 372, line 1With sabres drawn and glistening, and carbines by their thighs, (ah my brave horsemen!
  299. p. 372, line 17But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead with their silent eyes.
  300. p. 373, line 13And how these of mine and of the States will in their turn be convuls'd, and serve other parturitions and transitions,
  301. p. 377, line 11And you streams absorb them well, taking their dear blood,
  302. p. 377, line 16My dead absorb or South or North—my young men's bodies absorb, and their precious precious blood,
  303. p. 377, line 20Exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not an atom be lost,
  304. p. 378, line 10Now in those camps of green, in their tents dotting the world,
  305. p. 378, line 23Full well return, respond within their breasts, their brains, the sad reverberations,)
  306. p. 381, line 26To women certain whispers of myself bequeathing, their affection me more clearly explaining,
  307. p. 381, line 27To young men my problems offering—no dallier I—I the muscle of their brains trying,
  308. p. 385, line 16To calm, devoted engineers—to over-ardent travelers—to pilots on their ships,
  309. p. 385, line 18High, high above the rest—To all cut off before their time,
  310. p. 387, line 23The wanderings as in dreams—the meditation of old times resumed—their loves, joys, persons, voyages.
  311. p. 389, line 9To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
  312. p. 394, line 16(Could but thy flagstones, curbs, façades, tell their inimitable tales;
  313. p. 397, line 17Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars;
  314. p. 397, line 19Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all—in that alone,
  315. p. 399, line 19With these the robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs—the flitting bluebird;
  316. p. 400, line 9Sharping their sense, their ears, towards his murmuring, half-caught words:
  317. p. 401, line 17Some three days since on their own soil live-sprouting,
  318. p. 401, line 18Now here their sweetness through my room unfolding,
  319. p. 410, line 16With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows,
  320. p. 411, line 39[…] to. Intellectual and emotional natures would be at their best: Deaths were always easier; medicines seem'd to have better […]
  321. p. 411, line 43[…] hours, day-close, after great battles, even with all their horrors. I had more than once the same experience on […]
  322. p. 413, line 12The rifle crack—the cannon thud—the rushing forth of men from their tents;
  323. p. 415, line 10Darting their mighty masterful eyes forward at thee,
  324. p. 415, line 12Thou! pausing a moment, drooping thine eyes upon them, blent with their music,
  325. p. 418, line 3The gather'd thousands to their funeral mounds, and thousands never found or gather'd.
  326. p. 420, line 17NOT to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable masses (even to expose them,)
  327. p. 421, line 6All ages' plummets dropt to their utmost depths,
  328. p. 421, line 13And grand their laws, so multiform, puzzling, evolutionary;
  329. p. 425, line 7[…] at the actualities away back past, with all their practical excitations gone. How the soul loves to float amid […]
  330. p. 425, line 18[…] curious to review them in the light of their own (at the time unconscious, or mostly unconscious) intentions, with […]
  331. p. 427, line 14[…] science and democracy seem'd to be throwing out their challenge to poetry to put them in its statements in […]
  332. p. 427, line 27[…] ripening Nineteenth Century, and especially in each of their countless examples and practical occupations in the United States to-day […]
  333. p. 427, line 30[…] of my verses, compared with establish'd poems, is their different relative attitude towards God, towards the objective universe, and […]
  334. p. 429, line 5[…] as all the old imaginative works rest, after their kind, on long trains of presuppositions, often entirely unmention'd by […]
  335. p. 429, line 16[…] one—sixty or seventy millions of equals, with their lives, their passions, their future—these incalculable, modern, American, seething multitudes around us, of […]
  336. p. 429, line 20[…] past or present Europe, no matter how great their genius. Think of the absence and ignorance, in all cases […]
  337. p. 429, line 31[…] more or less removes, the material facts of their country and radius, with the coloring of the moods of […]
  338. p. 429, line 34[…] behind all poets and each poet, and forming their birth-marks. I know very well that my "Leaves" could not […]
  339. p. 430, line 3[…] of the mind and soul, involve not only their own inherent quality, but the quality, just as inherent and […]
  340. p. 430, line 4[…] the quality, just as inherent and important, of their point of view,* the time had come to reflect all […]
  341. p. 430, line 23[…] art is for us the only means of their assimilation consistent with the Western world […]
  342. p. 431, line 22[…] have been furnish'd by far-back ages out of their arriere and darkness, or, at most, twilight dimness! What is […]
  343. p. 431, line 39[…] past. I willingly make those admissions, and to their fullest extent; then advance the points herewith as of serious […]
  344. p. 431, line 42[…] and eulogy for those never-to-be-excell'd poetic bequests, and their indescribable preciousness as heirlooms for America. Another and separate point […]
  345. p. 432, line 1[…] those poems with uncover'd head, fully aware of their colossal grandeur and beauty of form and spirit, I could […]
  346. p. 433, line 17[…] an admirer, tho' I always saw that beyond their limited range of melody (like perpetual chimes of music bells […]
  347. p. 434, line 38[…] poems or any other writings can do for their reader is not merely to satisfy the intellect, or supply […]
  348. p. 435, line 44[…] loftiness with which Greek and feudal poets endow'd their god-like or lordly born characters—indeed prouder and better based […]
  349. p. 436, line 33[…] so rare in modern conventions and poetry as their normal recognizance. Literature is always calling in the doctor for […]
  350. p. 438, line 2[…] he said to the latter, in answer to their questions (as to what school the work implied or belong'd […]
  351. p. 438, line 21[…] and poems differing from all others, and rigidly their own, as the land and people and circumstances of our […]
  352. p. 438, line 26[…] express, vitalize and give color to and define their material and political success, and minister to them distinctively, so […]