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Walt Whitman: When I Heard at the Close of the Day
When I Heard at the Close of the DayWhen I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow'…Walt Whitman: Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?
Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me…Walt Whitman: Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone
Roots and Leaves Themselves AloneRoots and leaves themselves alone are these, Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side, Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that…Walt Whitman: Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes
Not Heat Flames Up and ConsumesNot heat flames up and consumes, Not sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white down-balls…Walt Whitman: I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing
I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak GrowingI saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches, Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous of…Walt Whitman: I Hear It Was Charged Against Me
I Hear It Was Charged Against MeI 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 common…Walt Whitman: When I Persue the Conquer'd Fame
When I Persue the Conquer'd FameWhen I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals, Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the…Walt Whitman: We Two Boys Together Clinging
We Two Boys Together ClingingWe two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making, Power enjoying, elbows stretching,…Walt Whitman: Here the Frailest Leaves of Me
Here the Frailest Leaves of MeHere the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all…Walt Whitman: What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?
What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?What think you I take my pen in hand to record? The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day under full sail? The…