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John Donne: Song

SongSoul's joy, now I am gone, And you alone, —Which cannot be, Since I must leave myself with thee, And carry thee with me— Yet…

John Donne: Song

SongGo and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's sting…

Walt Whitman: A Song of Joys

A Song of JoysO to make the most jubilant song! Full of music—full of manhood, womanhood, infancy! Full of common employments—full of grain and trees.O for the voices of animals—O for the swif…

Walt Whitman: Song at Sunset

Song at SunsetSplendor of ended day floating and filling me, Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past, Inflating my throat, you divine average, You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song

SongI The golden apple, the golden apple, the hallowed fruit, Guard it well, guard it warily, Singing airily, Standing about the charméd root. Round about all is mute, As the snowfi…

Walt Whitman: A Song for Occupations, Part 2

Part 2Souls of men and women! it is not you I call unseen, unheard, untouchable and untouching, It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to settle whether you are alive or no, I…

Walt Whitman: Song of the Exposition, Part 7

Part 7Away with themes of war! away with war itself! Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of blacken'd, mutilated corpses! That hell unpent and raid of blood, fit …

Walt Whitman: Song of the Broad-Axe, Part 1

Part 1Weapon shapely, naked, wan, Head from the mother's bowels drawn, Wooded flesh and metal bone, limb only one and lip only one, Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown, helve produced from a litt…

Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 22

Part 22You sea! I resign myself to you also—I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn toge…

Walt Whitman: Song of the Open Road, Part 6

Part 6Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me, Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear'd it would not astonish me.Now I see the secret of the making of…