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Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 2

Part 2Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but…

Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 3

Part 3I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.There was never any more inception than there is now…

Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 4

Part 4Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions,…

Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 5

Part 5I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words,…

Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 6

Part 6A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.I guess it must be the flag of my disposition…

Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 7

Part 7Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and…

Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 8

Part 8The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy…

Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 9

Part 9The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Merlin's Song

Merlin's SongI Of Merlin wise I learned a song,— Sing it low or sing it loud, It is mightier than the strong, And punishes the proud. I sing it to the surging crowd,— Good men it will calm…