Poems by Walt Whitman
Long I Thought that Knowledge.
... But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohios land, ...
I Sit and Look Out.
... deeds done; I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, ...
Germs.
... Such-like, and as good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a ...
In Cabind Ships at Sea.
... at night, By sailors young and old, haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, ...
Beginners.
... How they inure to themselves as much as to anyWhat a paradox appears their age ...
Whispers of Heavenly Death.
... Ripples of unseen riverstides of a current, flowing, forever flowing ...
When I read the Book.
... Why, even I myself, I often think, know little or nothing of my real life ...
Faces.
... Its veins down the neck distended, its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites, ...
Old Ireland.
... You need crouch there no longer or the cold ground, with forehead between your knees ...
A Hand-Mirror.
... A drunkards breath, unwholesome eaters face, venerealees flesh, ...
Thought.
... poems; As if those shreds, the records of nations, could possibly be as lasting as the preceding ...
As the Time Draws Nigh.
... Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my voice will suddenly cease ...
To a Historian.
... priests; I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself, in his own ...
A Woman Waits for Me.
... The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new artists, musicians, ...
To a Stranger.
... I am not to speak to youI am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone, ...
