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Walt Whitman: The Dying Veteran
The Dying VeteranAmid these days of order, ease, prosperity, Amid the current songs of beauty, peace, decorum, I cast a reminiscence—(likely 'twill offend you, I heard it in my boyhood;)—More…Walt Whitman: Stronger Lessons
Stronger LessonsHave you learn'd lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learn'd great lessons from those who reject you,…Walt Whitman: A Prairie Sunset
A Prairie SunsetShot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver, emerald, fawn, The earth's whole amplitude and Nature's multiform power consign'd for once to colors; The light, the general…Walt Whitman: Twenty Years
Twenty YearsDown on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new-comer chatting: He shipp'd as green-hand boy, and sail'd away, (took some sudden, vehement notion;) Since, twenty years…Walt Whitman: The Dead Emperor
The Dead EmperorTo-day, with bending head and eyes, thou, too, Columbia, Less for the mighty crown laid low in sorrow—less for the Emperor, Thy true condolence breathest, sendest out o'er…Walt Whitman: The Dismantled Ship
The Dismantled ShipIn some unused lagoon, some nameless bay, On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor'd near the shore, An old, dismasted, gray and batter'd ship, disabled, done, After free…Walt Whitman: An Evening Lull
An Evening LullAfter a week of physical anguish, Unrest and pain, and feverish heat, Toward the ending day a calm and lull comes on, Three hours of peace and soothing rest of brain.Walt Whitman: The Pallid Wreath
The Pallid WreathSomehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is, Let it remain back there on its nail suspended, With pink, blue, yellow, all blanch'd, and the white now gray and ashy,…Walt Whitman: An Ended Day
An Ended DayThe soothing sanity and blitheness of completion, The pomp and hurried contest-glare and rush are done; Now triumph! transformation! jubilate!Walt Whitman: To the Pending Year
To the Pending YearHave I no weapon-word for thee—some message brief and fierce? (Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) Is there no shot left, For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns…