Poems by Walt Whitman
Bathed In War's Perfume
... O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million answering men! O the ships ...
Thoughts
... ller and stronger and broader of the intuitions of men and women, and of Self-esteem and Personality ...
Beginning My Studies
... But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in extatic songs ...
"Are you the new person drawn toward me?"
... Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me ...
Time to Come
... the cheek Lay bloomless, and the liquid tongue ...
Kosmos
... house of himself or herself, not for a day but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations, ...
Patroling Barnegat
... Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering, ...
For You O Democracy
... long all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies, ...
Gliding O'er All
... As a ship on the waters advancing, ...
Song of Myself
... I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her who privately stays with me in the open air ...
Despairing Cries
... Old age, alarmed, uncertain-A young woman's voice appealing to me, ...
O Me! O Life!
... ) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew&rsquo ...
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
... Plain I see you, western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, ...
from A Passage to India
... acled a small, ornamental turret on top of a building or tower, usually resembling a pyramid or cone ...
To A Locomotive In Winter
... thee, With storm, and buffeting gusts of wind, and falling snow ...
