Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 10, line 20And this is ocean's poem.
  2. p. 10, line 28This song for mariners and all their ships.
  3. p. 11, line 1I HEARD that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle the New World,
  4. p. 11, line 19Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.)
  5. p. 11, line 27As a wheel on its axis turns, this book unwitting to itself,
  6. p. 13, line 21Not this the world,
  7. p. 14, line 19And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life?
  8. p. 15, line 10Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty.
  9. p. 16, line 1HERE, take this gift,
  10. p. 19, line 10This then is life,
  11. p. 26, line 21O death! O for all that, I am yet of you unseen this hour with irrepressible love,
  12. p. 29, line 11My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
  13. p. 30, line 13Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
  14. p. 31, line 6I and this mystery here we stand.
  15. p. 33, line 20This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
  16. p. 38, line 10Absorbing all to myself and for this song.
  17. p. 43, line 5This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,
  18. p. 43, line 6This the common air that bathes the globe.
  19. p. 43, line 18This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger,
  20. p. 43, line 24This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,
  21. p. 43, line 25This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning,
  22. p. 43, line 26This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,
  23. p. 43, line 27This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again.
  24. p. 44, line 6This hour I tell things in confidence,
  25. p. 44, line 26I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass,
  26. p. 46, line 30What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?
  27. p. 47, line 8This minute that comes to me over the past decillions,
  28. p. 47, line 22This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches,
  29. p. 47, line 24This is the geologist, this works with the scalpel, and this is a mathematician.
  30. p. 49, line 5This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.
  31. p. 50, line 23Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day.)
  32. p. 51, line 2To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it.
  33. p. 51, line 19Ah this indeed is music—this suits me.
  34. p. 51, line 22I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?)
  35. p. 52, line 12Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity,
  36. p. 59, line 24All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine,
  37. p. 63, line 4The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top,
  38. p. 66, line 16(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.)
  39. p. 68, line 24This is the city and I am one of the citizens,
  40. p. 69, line 8Not words of routine this song of mine,
  41. p. 69, line 10This printed and bound book—but the printer and the printing-office boy?
  42. p. 72, line 11Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.
  43. 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,
  44. p. 74, line 6This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven,
  45. p. 76, line 20Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
  46. p. 83, line 1This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person,
  47. p. 83, line 14To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
  48. p. 83, line 18This is the female form,
  49. p. 84, line 8This the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, man is born of woman,
  50. p. 84, line 9This the bath of birth, this the merge of small and large, and the outlet again.
  51. p. 85, line 17Gentlemen look on this wonder,
  52. p. 85, line 21In this head the all-baffling brain,
  53. p. 86, line 5This is not only one man, this the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns,
  54. p. 90, line 1This poem drooping shy and unseen that I always carry, and that all men carry,
  55. p. 91, line 10And this bunch pluck'd at random from myself,
  56. p. 91, line 13(What is this that frees me so in storms?
  57. p. 96, line 1No longer abash'd, (for in this secluded spot I can respond as I would not dare elsewhere,)
  58. p. 96, line 6Afternoon this delicious Ninth-month in my forty-first year,
  59. p. 97, line 2Come I am determin'd to unbare this broad breast of mine, I have long enough stifled and choked;
  60. p. 97, line 17That you will perhaps dissipate this entire show of appearance,
  61. p. 98, line 22For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,
  62. p. 100, line 5And this, O this shall henceforth be the token of comrades, this calamus-root shall,
  63. p. 100, line 20Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and wrists,
  64. p. 102, line 10Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I will tell you what to say of me,
  65. p. 103, line 18Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
  66. p. 105, line 14BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes,
  67. p. 105, line 15This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,
  68. p. 106, line 19THIS moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone,
  69. p. 113, line 19I hear the Hindoo teaching his favorite pupil the loves, wars, adages, transmitted safely to this day from poets who wrote three thousand years ago.
  70. p. 116, line 6This is not my true country, I have lived banish'd from my true country, I now go back there,
  71. p. 122, line 22From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
  72. p. 125, line 11However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here,
  73. p. 125, line 12However shelter'd this port and however calm these waters we must not anchor here,
  74. 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.
  75. p. 132, line 24Who knows but I am enjoying this?
  76. p. 133, line 2What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
  77. p. 137, line 12All this time and at all times wait the words of true poems,
  78. p. 142, line 17It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,
  79. p. 146, line 4What beauty is this that descends upon me and rises out of me?
  80. p. 146, line 13Proved to me this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see,
  81. p. 148, line 7To leave this steady unendurable land,
  82. p. 154, line 1Than this nothing has better served, it has served all,
  83. p. 158, line 24Upon this very scene.
  84. p. 159, line 21Making directly for this rendezvous, vigorously clearing a path for herself, striding through the confusion,
  85. p. 161, line 17(This, this and these, America, shall be your pyramids and obelisks,
  86. p. 163, line 11This earth all spann'd with iron rails, with lines of steamships threading every sea,
  87. p. 164, line 28Nor ship, nor mine, nor any here this day secure,
  88. p. 167, line 5These huge precipitous cliffs, this amplitude, these valleys, far Yosemite,
  89. p. 170, line 19Grown, half-grown and babe, of this country and every country, indoors and out-doors, one just as much as the other, I see,
  90. p. 171, line 8It is not to be put in a book, it is not in this book,
  91. p. 172, line 14I am this day just as much in love with them as you,
  92. p. 173, line 4The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the records reach is in you this hour, and myths and tales the same,
  93. p. 175, line 12Happiness, knowledge, not in another place but this place, not for another hour but this hour,
  94. p. 181, line 4In this broad earth of ours,
  95. p. 182, line 30Give me, give him or her I love this quenchless faith,
  96. p. 188, line 23Hence I sign this salute over the sea,
  97. p. 191, line 18As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this chant,
  98. p. 192, line 4With those old continents whence we have come to this new continent,
  99. p. 192, line 9You and me arrived—America arrived and making this year,
  100. p. 192, line 10This year! sending itself ahead countless years to come.
  101. p. 193, line 6And that where I am or you are this present day, there is the centre of all days, all races,
  102. p. 195, line 12For I too raising my voice join the ranks of this pageant,
  103. p. 195, line 23Commencing from this day surrounded by the world.
  104. p. 197, line 15Up this seashore in some briers,
  105. p. 199, line 31With this just-sustain'd note I announce myself to you,
  106. p. 199, line 32This gentle call is for you my love, for you.
  107. p. 202, line 7Held by this electric self out of the pride of which I utter poems,
  108. p. 203, line 25I gather for myself and for this phantom looking down where we lead, and following me and mine.
  109. p. 207, line 7The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed by beings like us who walk this sphere,
  110. p. 207, line 19All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
  111. p. 207, line 21This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
  112. p. 209, line 18TO get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early,
  113. p. 210, line 5Why this is indeed a show—it has called the dead out of the earth!
  114. p. 210, line 10What troubles you Yankee phantoms? what is all this chattering of bare gums?
  115. p. 210, line 18Is this hour with the living too dead for you?
  116. p. 211, line 5This centre-piece for them;
  117. p. 211, line 10Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan—you are a made man from this day,
  118. p. 211, line 18Turn back unto this day and make yourselves afresh.
  119. p. 212, line 9Out of its robes only this, the red robes lifted by the arm,
  120. p. 213, line 1HOLD it up sternly—see this it sends back, (who is it? is it you?)
  121. p. 213, line 11Such from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence,
  122. p. 217, line 19As if it might be this thing or that thing, according to decisions.
  123. p. 219, line 18Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady of this teeming and turbulent city,
  124. p. 221, line 10Old matron of this proud, friendly, turbulent city,
  125. p. 225, line 7Point this day, leaving all the rest, to us over all—and yet we know not why,
  126. p. 226, line 17This song to the soul of one poor little child.
  127. p. 226, line 24Little you know what it is this day, and after this day, forever,
  128. p. 232, line 14Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.
  129. p. 232, line 15Aye, this is the ground,
  130. p. 232, line 21Here we lay encamp'd, it was this time in summer also.
  131. p. 233, line 12The General watch'd them from this hill,
  132. p. 233, line 23Our foe advancing, steadily getting the best of it, push'd us back to the works on this hill,
  133. p. 234, line 23And is this the ground Washington trod?
  134. p. 237, line 9O this is not our son's writing, yet his name is sign'd,
  135. p. 240, line 14Young man I think I know you—I think this face is the face of the Christ himself,
  136. p. 240, line 20The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to lose—yet this sign left,
  137. p. 243, line 2Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you.
  138. p. 244, line 2(Many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have cross'd and rested,
  139. p. 248, line 6There in the room as I wake from sleep this vision presses upon me;
  140. p. 248, line 16Elsewhere I hear the cry of a regiment charging, (the young colonel leads himself this time with brandish'd sword,)
  141. p. 250, line 16LOOK down fair moon and bathe this scene,
  142. p. 250, line 22That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world;
  143. p. 251, line 7(As I glance upward out of this page studying you, dear friend, whoever you are,)
  144. p. 254, line 1Myself and this contentious soul of mine,
  145. p. 256, line 1With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
  146. p. 258, line 19Lo, body and soul—this land,
  147. p. 261, line 8I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee O death.
  148. p. 262, line 18For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands—and this for his dear sake,
  149. p. 263, line 4This arm beneath your head!
  150. p. 263, line 27THIS dust was once the man,
  151. p. 266, line 20Used to dispense with other lands, incarnating this land,
  152. p. 268, line 5(Lo, high toward heaven, this day,
  153. p. 271, line 15What is this you bring my America?
  154. p. 271, line 18Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some ship?
  155. p. 273, line 13(Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean'd to breathe his last,
  156. p. 273, line 14This arm, this hand, this voice, have nourish'd, rais'd, restored,
  157. p. 274, line 9After this day I take my own modes of expressing love for men and women.)
  158. p. 274, line 14O I see flashing that this America is only you and me,
  159. p. 275, line 9This is what I have learnt from America—it is the amount, and it I teach again.
  160. p. 278, line 13Ever upon this stage,
  161. p. 282, line 21The early lilacs became part of this child,
  162. p. 283, line 12They gave this child more of themselves than that,
  163. p. 286, line 5Behold this compost! behold it well!
  164. p. 286, line 21That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me,
  165. p. 287, line 27But for all this Liberty has not gone out of the place, nor the infidel enter'd into full possession.
  166. 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,
  167. 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;
  168. 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,
  169. p. 294, line 10For spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it and from it?
  170. p. 294, line 22WHAT may we chant, O thou within this tomb?
  171. p. 295, line 32O thou within this tomb,
  172. p. 296, line 9OUT from behind this bending rough-cut mask,
  173. p. 296, line 10These lights and shades, this drama of the whole,
  174. p. 296, line 11This common curtain of the face contain'd in me for me, in you for you, in each for each,
  175. p. 296, line 13The passionate teeming plays this curtain hid!)
  176. p. 296, line 14This glaze of God's serenest purest sky,
  177. p. 296, line 15This film of Satan's seething pit,
  178. p. 296, line 16This heart's geography's map, this limitless small continent, this soundless sea;
  179. p. 296, line 17Out from the convolutions of this globe,
  180. p. 296, line 18This subtler astronomic orb than sun or moon, than Jupiter, Venus, Mars,
  181. p. 296, line 19This condensation of the universe, (nay here the only universe,
  182. p. 296, line 20Here the idea, all in this mystic handful wrapt;)
  183. p. 296, line 26(As the first volume of a tale perused and laid away, and this the second,
  184. p. 299, line 5Beneath this face that appears so impassive hell's tides continually run,
  185. p. 300, line 8It is in the present—it is this earth to-day,
  186. p. 304, line 6Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river, also the western prairie-scent,
  187. p. 304, line 20It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe moving so exactly in its orbit for ever and ever, without one jolt or the untruth of a single second,
  188. p. 305, line 6And pass'd from a babe in the creeping trance of a couple of summers and winters to articulate and walk—all this is equally wonderful.
  189. 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.
  190. p. 306, line 23This cross, thy livid face, thy pierced hands and feet,
  191. p. 307, line 14Yet see you! how soon his rage subsides—how soon this tamer tames him;
  192. p. 308, line 14(As George Fox rais'd his warning cry, "Is it this pile of brick and mortar, these dead floors, windows, rails, you call the church?
  193. p. 308, line 15Why this is not the church at all—the church is living, ever living souls.")
  194. p. 308, line 24This common marvel I beheld—the parent thrush I watch'd feeding its young,
  195. p. 309, line 20While Nature, sovereign of this gnarl'd realm,
  196. p. 310, line 5Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself,
  197. p. 312, line 6(I think O tongues ye tell this heart, that cannot tell itself,
  198. p. 312, line 7This brooding yearning heart, that cannot tell itself.)
  199. p. 318, line 21Who bind it to us? what is this separate Nature so unnatural?
  200. p. 318, line 22What is this earth to our affections? (unloving earth, without a throb to answer ours,
  201. p. 319, line 4The whole earth, this cold, impassive, voiceless earth, shall be completely justified,
  202. p. 323, line 14Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home,
  203. p. 324, line 21One effort more, my altar this bleak sand;
  204. p. 330, line 25The antipodes, and every one between this and them in the dark,
  205. p. 337, line 19Slowly and surely they have pass'd on to this, and slowly and surely they yet pass on.
  206. p. 339, line 3Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed,) from this side Jehovah am I,
  207. p. 339, line 12I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse.
  208. p. 339, line 16From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes—lo! Hermes I—lo! mine is Hercules' face,
  209. p. 340, line 25The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house is now,)
  210. p. 345, line 6I was thinking this globe enough till there sprang out so noiseless around me myriads of other globes.
  211. p. 348, line 23Venerable priestly Asia sails this day with thee,
  212. p. 353, line 17This now is too lamentable a face for a man,
  213. p. 353, line 20This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage,
  214. p. 353, line 22This face is a haze more chill than the arctic sea,
  215. p. 353, line 24This is a face of bitter herbs, this an emetic, they need no label,
  216. p. 354, line 1This face is an epilepsy, its wordless tongue gives out the unearthly cry,
  217. p. 354, line 5This face is bitten by vermin and worms,
  218. p. 354, line 6And this is some murderer's knife with a half-pull'd scabbard.
  219. p. 354, line 7This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee,
  220. p. 354, line 23Out of this face emerge banners and horses—O superb! I see what is coming,
  221. p. 355, line 1This face is a life-boat,
  222. p. 355, line 2This is the face commanding and bearded, it asks no odds of the rest,
  223. p. 355, line 3This face is flavor'd fruit ready for eating,
  224. p. 355, line 4This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme of all good.
  225. p. 355, line 12This is a full-grown lily's face,
  226. p. 361, line 23(This is curious and may not be realized immediately, but it must be realized,
  227. p. 362, line 10THAT which eludes this verse and any verse,
  228. p. 366, line 7(Still uttering, still ejaculating, canst never cease this babble?)
  229. p. 366, line 13Perfume this book of mine O blood-red roses!
  230. p. 368, line 18SPIRIT that form'd this scene,
  231. p. 368, line 21These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,
  232. p. 368, line 28But thou that revelest here—spirit that form'd this scene,
  233. p. 369, line 22THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
  234. p. 370, line 6O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this?
  235. p. 370, line 7Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?—and yet it is enough, O soul;
  236. p. 370, line 21I see this day the People beginning their landmarks, (all others give way;)
  237. p. 370, line 22Never were such sharp questions ask'd as this day,
  238. p. 371, line 12This incredible rush and heat, this strange ecstatic fever of dreams O years!
  239. p. 372, line 6Nothing from you this time O drummers bearing my warlike drums.
  240. p. 372, line 10I chant this chant of my silent soul in the name of all dead soldiers.
  241. p. 374, line 2Of this Union welded in blood, of the solemn price paid, of the unnamed lost ever present in my mind;
  242. p. 375, line 13To be this incredible God I am!
  243. p. 377, line 5I bind together and bequeath in this bundle of songs.
  244. p. 382, line 7Camerado, this is no book,
  245. p. 382, line 8Who touches this touches a man,
  246. p. 382, line 18Dear friend whoever you are take this kiss,
  247. p. 386, line 12This latent mine—these unlaunch'd voices—passionate powers,
  248. p. 389, line 3Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;)*
  249. p. 389, line 17You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work!
  250. p. 391, line 8Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,
  251. p. 391, line 11The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.
  252. p. 391, line 16—This seething hemisphere's humanity, as now, I'd name—the still small voice vibrating—America's choosing day,
  253. p. 393, line 4Upon this scene, this show,
  254. p. 393, line 12Ah, not this marble, dead and cold:
  255. p. 397, line 2(Now buried in an English grave—and this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,)
  256. p. 401, line 6(Yes, he comes back to lay in port for good—to settle—has a well-fill'd purse—no spot will do but this;)
  257. p. 401, line 14Proof of this present time, and thee, thy broad expanse, America,
  258. p. 407, line 3HAD I not better withhold (in this old age and paralysis of me) such little tags and […]
  259. p. 407, line 14[…] to that kind of well-put interrogation, here comes this little cluster, and conclusion of my preceding clusters. Though not […]
  260. p. 407, line 18[…] confinement in my den—by putting in shape this small old age collation […]
  261. p. 408, line 16[…] dwelling, even vaunting here at the end) that this late-years palsied old shorn and shell-fish condition of me is […]
  262. p. 408, line 28[…] unknown—Will the America of the future—will this vast rich Union ever realize what itself cost, back there […]
  263. p. 408, line 30[…] battle-deaths—Those times of which, O far-off reader, this whole book is indeed finally but a reminiscent memorial from […]
  264. p. 414, line 2Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,
  265. p. 414, line 6(Thou hast, O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond the rest—and this is of them,)
  266. p. 416, line 15Embalm'd with love in this twilight song.
  267. p. 417, line 18In pouring flood and fire, and wholesale elemental crash, (this voice so solemn, strange,)
  268. p. 418, line 8War, death, cataclysm like this, America,
  269. p. 420, line 14(I could pick them out this moment if I saw them again,)
  270. p. 420, line 19Haughty this song, its words and scope,
  271. p. 426, line 10[…] cause—doubtless all the more faithful and uncompromising—this little phalanx!—for being so few) is that, unstopp'd and […]
  272. p. 426, line 39[…] front, defined itself, and finally dominated everything else. This was a feeling or ambition to articulate and faithfully express […]
  273. p. 427, line 3Perhaps this is in brief, or suggests, all I have sought to […]
  274. p. 427, line 35[…] certainly time for America, above all, to begin this readjustment in the scope and basic point of view of […]
  275. p. 431, line 18[…] democracy? What a comment it forms, anyhow, on this era of literary fulfilment, with the splendid day-rise of science […]
  276. p. 432, line 26[…] for good or bad. Not till after all this, did I attempt any serious acquaintance with poetic literature. Along […]
  277. p. 432, line 32[…] me for fifty years, and remains so to this day […]
  278. p. 434, line 12[…] years, 1863-'64-'65—the real parturition years (more than 1776-'83) of this henceforth homogeneous Union. Without those three or four years and […]
  279. p. 435, line 17[…] motif of nearly all my verse. I think this pride indispensable to an American. I think it not inconsistent […]
  280. p. 436, line 17[…] lifted into a different light and atmosphere. Of this feature, intentionally palpable in a few lines, I shall only […]
  281. p. 438, line 5[…] no longer living, who has given the world this legacy, ever belong'd to any school, or ever painted anything […]
  282. p. 438, line 6[…] to any school, or ever painted anything but this one picture, which is a personal affair—a piece out […]