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Born in May 31, 1819 / Died in March 26, 1892 / United States / English

Poems by Walt Whitman

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What General Has A Good Army

... But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any more than you can ...

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A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest

...   lily Then before I depart I sweep my eyes o'er the scene, fain to absorb ...

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To One Shortly To Die

... I am exact and merciless, but I love you-There is no escape for you ...

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Race Of Veterans

... Race of the soil, ready for conflict! race of the conquering march! ...

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Song Of The Broad-Axe

...   beam, The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right hands, rapidly ...

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Dirge For Two Veterans

...   All the channels of the city streets they're flooding, ...

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O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig!

... I own that I have been sly, thievish, mean, a prevaricator, greedy, ...

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Chanting The Square Deific

...   only; Young and strong I pass, knowing well I am destin'd myself to an ...

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With All Thy Gifts

... The gift of Perfect Women fit for thee-What of that gift of gifts ...

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In Paths Untrodden

...   Soul, That the Soul of the man I speak for, feeds, rejoices most in ...

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Brother Of All, With Generous Hand

...   joy, Marriage, the street, the factory, farm, the house-room, lodging- ...

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Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances

...   When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me ...

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Trickle, Drops

... Stain every page-stain every song I sing, every word I say, bloody ...

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Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me

... Here I shade and hide my thoughts-I myself do not expose them, ...

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Gliding Over All

... The voyage of the soul-not life alone, ...