Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “where”

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  1. p. 10, line 9Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails,
  2. p. 13, line 18The infinite oceans where the rivers empty,
  3. p. 18, line 14STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born,
  4. p. 23, line 14Mysterious ocean where the streams empty,
  5. p. 24, line 2I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest in the briers hatching her brood.
  6. p. 26, line 8Lands where the north-west Columbia winds, and where the south-west Colorado winds!
  7. p. 32, line 12Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders,
  8. p. 35, line 6I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.
  9. p. 36, line 18And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him,
  10. p. 37, line 8Where are you off to, lady? for I see you,
  11. p. 54, line 30I wonder where they get those tokens,
  12. p. 55, line 27Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter,
  13. p. 55, line 28Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the otter is feeding on fish,
  14. p. 55, line 29Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou,
  15. p. 56, line 1Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tail;
  16. p. 56, line 9Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot,
  17. p. 56, line 10Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve, where the great goldbug drops through the dark,
  18. p. 56, line 11Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow,
  19. p. 56, line 12Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their hides,
  20. p. 56, line 13Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters;
  21. p. 56, line 14Where trip-hammers crash, where the press is whirling its cylinders,
  22. p. 56, line 16Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it myself and looking composedly down,)
  23. p. 56, line 17Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand,
  24. p. 56, line 18Where the she-whale swims with her calf and never forsakes it,
  25. p. 56, line 19Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke,
  26. p. 56, line 20Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water,
  27. p. 56, line 21Where the half-burn'd brig is riding on unknown currents,
  28. p. 56, line 22Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below;
  29. p. 56, line 23Where the dense-starr'd flag is borne at the head of the regiments,
  30. p. 57, line 5Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles, screams, weeps,
  31. p. 57, line 6Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard, where the dry-stalks are scatter'd, where the brood-cow waits in the hovel,
  32. p. 57, line 7Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, where the stud to the mare, where the cock is treading the hen,
  33. p. 57, line 8Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks,
  34. p. 57, line 9Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie,
  35. p. 57, line 10Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near,
  36. p. 57, line 11Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding,
  37. p. 57, line 12Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh,
  38. p. 57, line 13Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds,
  39. p. 57, line 14Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out,
  40. p. 57, line 15Where burial coaches enter the arch'd gates of a cemetery,
  41. p. 57, line 16Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees,
  42. p. 57, line 17Where the yellow-crown'd heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs,
  43. p. 57, line 18Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon,
  44. p. 57, line 19Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well,
  45. p. 68, line 16Ever the vexer's hoot! hoot! till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth,
  46. p. 73, line 6We should surely bring up again where we now stand,
  47. p. 76, line 4The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment and forget where they are,
  48. p. 76, line 24And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go,
  49. p. 85, line 2(Where else does he strike soundings except here?)
  50. p. 90, line 16The sensitive, orbic, underlapp'd brothers, that only privileged feelers may be intimate where they are,
  51. p. 90, line 17The curious roamer the hand roaming all over the body, the bashful withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly pause and edge themselves,
  52. p. 91, line 11It has done its work—I toss it carelessly to fall where it may.
  53. p. 91, line 22O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
  54. p. 95, line 10(But where is what I started for so long ago?
  55. p. 95, line 14Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach,
  56. p. 96, line 14Every year shall you bloom again, out from where you retired you shall emerge again;
  57. p. 98, line 13Where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip,
  58. p. 99, line 17Now by the post-and-rail fences where the old stones thrown there, pick'd from the fields, have accumulated,
  59. p. 99, line 19Far, far in the forest, or sauntering later in summer, before I think where I go,
  60. p. 104, line 12Wafted, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may;
  61. p. 104, line 24From my breast, from within where I was conceal'd, press forth red drops, confession drops,
  62. p. 111, line 14O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
  63. p. 111, line 18How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits,
  64. p. 114, line 1I see the shaded part on one side where the sleepers are sleeping, and the sunlit part on the other side,
  65. p. 114, line 5I see mountain peaks, I see the sierras of Andes where they range,
  66. p. 115, line 17I see where the Seine flows, and where the Danube, the Loire, the Rhone, and the Guadalquiver flow,
  67. p. 115, line 25I see where druids walk'd the groves of Mona, I see the mistletoe and vervain,
  68. p. 116, line 2I see where the strong divine young man the Hercules toil'd faithfully and long and then died,
  69. p. 116, line 7I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.
  70. p. 120, line 6I do not say one word against you, away back there where you stand,
  71. p. 121, line 7I know they are very well where they are,
  72. p. 122, line 10The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
  73. p. 122, line 23Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
  74. p. 124, line 5Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?
  75. p. 124, line 6Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?
  76. p. 125, line 16We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail.
  77. p. 127, line 22They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go,
  78. p. 139, line 7The hawk sailing where men have not yet sail'd, the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes,
  79. p. 139, line 8White drift spooning ahead where the ship in the tempest dashes,
  80. p. 141, line 7The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies, suspended, balancing in the air in the centre of the room, darting athwart, up and down, casting swift shadows in specks on the opposite wall where the shine is;
  81. p. 143, line 16O to go back to the place where I was born,
  82. p. 144, line 5Another time in warm weather out in a boat, to lift the lobster-pots where they are sunk with heavy stones, (I know the buoys,)
  83. p. 145, line 16I leap in the lower'd boat, we row toward our prey where he lies,
  84. p. 152, line 13The place where a great city stands is not the place of stretch'd wharves, docks, manufactures, deposits of produce merely,
  85. p. 152, line 16Nor the place of the best libraries and schools, nor the place where money is plentiest,
  86. p. 152, line 18Where the city stands with the brawniest breed of orators and bards,
  87. p. 152, line 19Where the city stands that is belov'd by these, and loves them in return and understands them,
  88. p. 152, line 20Where no monuments exist to heroes but in the common words and deeds,
  89. p. 152, line 21Where thrift is in its place, and prudence is in its place,
  90. p. 152, line 22Where the men and women think lightly of the laws,
  91. p. 152, line 23Where the slave ceases, and the master of slaves ceases,
  92. p. 152, line 24Where the populace rise at once against the never-ending audacity of elected persons,
  93. p. 152, line 25Where fierce men and women pour forth as the sea to the whistle of death pours its sweeping and unript waves,
  94. p. 153, line 1Where outside authority enters always after the precedence of inside authority,
  95. p. 153, line 2Where the citizen is always the head and ideal, and President, Mayor, Governor and what not, are agents for pay,
  96. p. 153, line 3Where children are taught to be laws to themselves, and to depend on themselves,
  97. p. 153, line 4Where equanimity is illustrated in affairs,
  98. p. 153, line 5Where speculations on the soul are encouraged,
  99. p. 153, line 6Where women walk in public processions in the streets the same as the men,
  100. p. 153, line 7Where they enter the public assembly and take places the same as the men;
  101. p. 153, line 8Where the city of the faithfulest friends stands,
  102. p. 153, line 9Where the city of the cleanliness of the sexes stands,
  103. p. 153, line 10Where the city of the healthiest fathers stands,
  104. p. 153, line 11Where the city of the best-bodied mothers stands,
  105. p. 153, line 23Where are your jibes of being now?
  106. p. 153, line 24Where are your cavils about the soul now?
  107. p. 162, line 13Fitted for only banquets of the night where dancers to late music slide,
  108. p. 163, line 30See, where their white sails, bellying in the wind, speckle the green and blue,
  109. p. 173, line 5If you were not breathing and walking here, where would they all be?
  110. p. 187, line 12I pursue you where none else has pursued you,
  111. p. 188, line 11Saw the divine infant where she woke mournfully wailing, amid the roar of cannon, curses, shouts, crash of falling buildings,
  112. p. 193, line 6And that where I am or you are this present day, there is the centre of all days, all races,
  113. p. 194, line 9Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the space between,
  114. p. 196, line 16Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
  115. p. 199, line 21O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea!
  116. p. 202, line 3As I walk'd where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok,
  117. p. 202, line 4Where they rustle up hoarse and sibilant,
  118. p. 202, line 5Where the fierce old mother endlessly cries for her castaways,
  119. p. 203, line 25I gather for myself and for this phantom looking down where we lead, and following me and mine.
  120. p. 208, line 28Where through the murk the easterly death-wind breasting,
  121. p. 209, line 13Where the great vessel sailing and tacking displaced the surface,
  122. p. 214, line 16When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
  123. p. 222, line 7Into the school where the scholar is studying;
  124. p. 222, line 23Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,
  125. p. 223, line 14On the ground where father and child stand,
  126. p. 223, line 15In the upward air where their eyes turn,
  127. p. 223, line 16Where the banner at daybreak is flapping.
  128. p. 227, line 17I burst through where I waited long, too long, deafen'd and blinded,
  129. p. 228, line 7O you up there! O pennant! where you undulate like a snake hissing so curious,
  130. p. 228, line 21I mark'd the white combs where they career'd so high, curling over,
  131. p. 232, line 8And below there where the boys were drilling, and up the slopes they ran,
  132. p. 232, line 9And where tents are pitch'd, and wherever you see south and south-east and south-west,
  133. p. 232, line 27We could watch down the lower bay where they lay at anchor,
  134. p. 235, line 10A LINE in long array where they wind betwixt green islands,
  135. p. 236, line 21Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,
  136. p. 236, line 23Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellis'd vines,
  137. p. 236, line 25Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing?)
  138. p. 238, line 26And buried him where he fell.
  139. p. 242, line 20Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in,
  140. p. 242, line 21Where their priceless blood reddens the grass the ground,
  141. p. 244, line 11Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows,
  142. p. 244, line 15Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturb'd,
  143. p. 245, line 2Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time refusing to give me up,
  144. p. 245, line 9Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields where the Ninth-month bees hum;
  145. p. 251, line 2I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near,
  146. p. 251, line 5As the ranks returning worn and sweaty, as the men file by where I stand,
  147. p. 252, line 20Where thou with mighty brow regarding the world,
  148. p. 254, line 17To where the future, greater than all the past,
  149. p. 256, line 13Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep'd from the ground, spotting the gray debris,
  150. p. 256, line 17Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
  151. p. 256, line 28The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs—where amid these you journey,
  152. p. 257, line 21As I watch'd where you pass'd and was lost in the netherward black of the night,
  153. p. 257, line 22As my soul in its trouble dissatisfied sank, as where you sad orb,
  154. p. 262, line 27Where on the deck my Captain lies,
  155. p. 268, line 10And your port immovable where you stand,
  156. p. 279, line 21How elate I stood and watch'd you, where starting off you march'd.
  157. p. 281, line 9I see where the Mother of All,
  158. p. 285, line 15SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest,
  159. p. 285, line 25Where have you disposed of their carcasses?
  160. p. 286, line 1Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat?
  161. p. 294, line 6The robin where he hops, bright-eyed, brown-breasted,
  162. p. 297, line 21Where is the practis'd and perfect organ? where is the develop'd soul?
  163. p. 301, line 24WHERE the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day,
  164. p. 305, line 12ALL submit to them where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis in the soul,
  165. p. 307, line 12He will go fearless without any whip where the young bullock chafes up and down the yard,
  166. p. 312, line 29I see where Ernani walking the bridal garden,
  167. p. 323, line 7For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go,
  168. p. 326, line 21Cache and cache again deep in the ground and sea, and where it is neither ground nor sea.
  169. p. 328, line 16I look where the ship helplessly heads end on, I hear the burst as she strikes, I hear the howls of dismay, they grow fainter and fainter.
  170. p. 332, line 16I know not how I came of you and I know not where I go with you, but I know I came well and shall go well.
  171. p. 332, line 19LET the reformers descend from the stands where they are forever bawling—let an idiot or insane person appear on each of the stands;
  172. p. 338, line 3Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
  173. p. 340, line 22And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love, but he was not in that place,
  174. p. 341, line 5And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied,
  175. p. 341, line 15Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination.
  176. p. 343, line 15I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
  177. p. 343, line 19And you O my soul where you stand,
  178. p. 344, line 5O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them,
  179. p. 350, line 15(Lo, where arise three peerless stars,
  180. p. 357, line 7Lo, where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high.
  181. p. 357, line 23Lo, where the arm'd men hasten—lo, mid the clouds of dust the glint of bayonets,
  182. p. 359, line 25O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers,
  183. p. 359, line 26Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands or through swamps,
  184. p. 360, line 5I see where the live-oak is growing, I see where the yellow-pine, the scented bay-tree, the lemon and orange, the cypress, the graceful palmetto,
  185. p. 360, line 16O to be a Virginian where I grew up! O to be a Carolinian!
  186. p. 362, line 1Where has fail'd a perfect return indifferent of lies or the truth?
  187. p. 367, line 21Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather the heaps,
  188. p. 367, line 24Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure, or away from the fallen,
  189. p. 368, line 8Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways,
  190. p. 368, line 10Or that thou sat'st where Washington sat, ruling the land in peace,
  191. p. 374, line 5Of all sloping down there where the fresh free giver the mother, the Mississippi flows,
  192. p. 377, line 14And you mountain sides, and the woods where my dear children's blood trickling redden'd,
  193. p. 382, line 6From behind the screen where I hid I advance personally solely to you.
  194. p. 385, line 3A rocky founded island—shores where ever gayly dash the coming, going, hurrying sea waves.
  195. p. 389, line 6Again I mark where aft the small thin Indian helmsman
  196. p. 392, line 2Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore,
  197. p. 393, line 23Now, or to come, or past—where patriot wills existed or exist,
  198. p. 414, line 2Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,
  199. p. 415, line 17(Let the future care for itself, where it reveals its troubles, impedimentas,
  200. p. 422, line 3I'm going away, I know not where,
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