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Walt Whitman: The Bravest Soldiers

The Bravest SoldiersBrave, brave were the soldiers (high named to-day) who lived through the fight; But the bravest press'd to the front and fell, unnamed, unknown.

Walt Whitman: A Font of Type

A Font of TypeThis latent mine—these unlaunch'd voices—passionate powers, Wrath, argument, or praise, or comic leer, or prayer devout, (Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely…

Walt Whitman: The Wallabout Martyrs

The Wallabout MartyrsGreater than memory of Achilles or Ulysses, More, more by far to thee than tomb of Alexander, Those cart loads of old charnel ashes, scales and splints of mouldy bones,…

Walt Whitman: The First Dandelion

The First DandelionSimple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging, As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been, Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass—…

Walt Whitman: Halcyon Days

Halcyon DaysNot from successful love alone, Nor wealth, nor honor'd middle age, nor victories of politics or war; But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm, As gorgeous, vapory,…

Walt Whitman: Fancies at Navesink

Fancies at NavesinkThe Pilot in the MistSteaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence, A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why, Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing…

Walt Whitman: The Dead Tenor

The Dead TenorAs down the stage again, With Spanish hat and plumes, and gait inimitable, Back from the fading lessons of the past, I'd call, I'd tell and own, How much from thee! the…

Walt Whitman: "Going Somewhere"

"Going Somewhere"My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend, (Now buried in an English grave—and this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,) Ended our talk—"The sum, concluding all we know of old…

Walt Whitman: True Conquerors

True ConquerorsOld farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,) Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck, Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their…

Walt Whitman: Life and Death

Life and DeathThe two old, simple problems ever intertwined, Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled. By each successive age insoluble, pass'd on, To ours to-day—and we pass on the…