Poems by Walt Whitman
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
... the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with its meals and minutia of daily usages ...
The Unexpressed
... Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print -something lacking, ...
Poems Of Joys
... In sight around me the quick veering and darting of fifty skiffs, my ...
Self-Contained
... They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, ...
Adieu To A Solider
... Red battles with their slaughter,-the stimulus-the strong, terrific ...
The Prairie-Grass Dividing
... Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and Governors, ...
The Death And Burial Of McDonald Clarke: A Parody
... d him; None thought of the sorrow that turn'd his head, ...
The Singer In The Prison
... When down a narrow aisle, amid the thieves and outlaws of the land, ...
The Ox tamer
... him: See you! on the farms hereabout, a hundred oxen, young and old-and ...
The Indications
... has the day been, likewise the spot, of the birth of the maker ...
The Torch
... ON my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermen's group ...
What Weeping Face
... WHAT weeping face is that looking from the window ...
We Two-How Long We Were Fool'd
... have; We have voided all but freedom, and all but our own joy ...
On Old Man's Thought Of School
... (As George Fox rais'd his warning cry, "Is it this pile of brick and ...
A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim
... Then to the third-a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory ...
