Walt Whitman

"Thick-sprinkled bunting! Flag of stars! Long yet your road, fateful flag! long yet your road, and lined with bloody death! For the prize I see at is"

"An old mans thought of School; An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself cannot.      Now only do I know you! O fa"

"When I heard the learn'd astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, t"

"There are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety; But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love, That they readily meet invasio"

"Or, from that Sea of Time, Spray, blown by the wind - a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells; (O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-c"

"Give me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of"

"I heard that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle, the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy; Therefore I send you my poe"

"Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me, Whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travel'd a long way, merely to look"

"Now finale to the shore! Now, land and life, finale, and farewell! Now Voyager depart! (much, much for thee is yet in store;) Often enough hast tho"

"Myself and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heat - to take good aim with a gun - to sail a boat - to manage horses - to beget superb childre"

"What are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown? And what are those of life, but for Death?"

"Weave in! weave in, my hardy life! Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come; Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes"

"Of these years I sing, How they pass and have pass'd, through convuls'd pains as through parturitions; How America illustrates birth, muscular youth"

"Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I, Therefore for thee the following chants."

"Year of meteors! brooding year! I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs; I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidenti"

"This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emergi"

"Spirit that form'd this scene, These tumbled rock-piles grim and red, These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks, These gorges, turbulent-clear streams,"

"We two, how long we were fool'd! Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes; We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return;"

"Spirit whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours! Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubt"

"What weeping face is that looking from the window? Why does it stream those sorrowful tears? Is it for some burial place, vast and dry? Is it to we"

"The prairie-grass dividing its special odor breathing, I demand of it the spiritual corresponding, Demand the most copious and close companionship o"

"Not heaving from my ribb'd breast only; Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself; Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs; Not"

"Behavior--fresh, native, copious, each one for himself or herself, Nature and the Soul expressed--America and freedom expressed--In it the finest art"

"From my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath, Scatter'd and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West, Through moisture of Ohio, prairie soil of"

"As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,) I mark'd at the foot of a tree the"

"To-day a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal; Of unnamed heroes in the ships Of waves spread"

"Of the visages of things - And of piercing through to the accepted hells beneath; Of ugliness - To me there is just as much in it as there is in beau"

"Earth, round, rolling, compact--suns, moons, animals--all these are words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances--beings, premonitions, lisp"

"To get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner--I must stand and see the show. Clear the way there, Jo"

"I heard you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I pass'd the church; Winds of autumn! - as I walk'd the woods at dusk, I heard your"

"Think of the Soul; I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul somehow to live in other spheres; I do not know how, but I know"

"I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions; But really I am neither for nor against institutions; (What indeed have I in"

"On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining--I think a thought"