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Authors: Walt Whitman

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O Magnet-South
O magnet-South! Oglistening perfumed South! my South!
O, many a panting, noble heart
O mater! O fils!
O
Me! OLife!
O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring
O me, man of slack faith so long
O sight of pity, shame and dole!
O
Star of France
(1870-71)
O Sun of Real Peace
O sun of real peace! O hastening light!
O take my hand Walt Whitman!
O Tan-faced Prairie-Boy
O to make the most jubilant song!
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you
Ode
Of Equality—as if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
Of heroes, history, grand events, premises, myths, poems
Of Him I Love Day and Night
Of him I love day and night I dream‘d I heard he was dead
Of Justice—as if Justice could be any thing but the same ample law, expounded by natural judges and saviors
Of Many a Smutch’d Deed Reminiscent
Of obedience, faith, adhesiveness;
Of olden time, when it came to pass
Of ownership—as if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself;
Of ownership—As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself;
Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships, and the like;
Of public opinion
Of That Blithe Throat of Thine
Of that blithe throat of thing from arctic bleak and blank
Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances
Of these years I sing
Of the visages of things—And of piercing through to the accepted hells beneath;
Of waters, forests, hills
Of what I write from myself—As if that were not the resume;
Offerings
OLD AGE ECHOES
Old Age’s Lambent Peaks
Old Age’s Ship
&
Crafty Death‘s
Old Chants
Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,)
Old Ireland
Old Man’s Thought of School, An
Old Salt Kossabone
Old War-Dreams
On a flat road runs the well-train’d runner
On a low couch reclining
On earth are many sights of woe
On journeys through the States we start
On Journeys Through the States
On my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen’s group stands watching
On the Beach at Night
On the Beach at Night Alone
On the Same Picture
On, On the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!
Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions
Once on his star-gemmed, dazzling throne
One day, an obscure youth, a wanderer
One Hour to Madness and Joy
One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not!
One Thought Ever at the Fore
One‘s-Self I Sing
One‘s-self I sing, a simple separate person
Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves
Or from That Sea of Time
Orange Buds by Mail from Florida
Osceola
Others May Praise What They Like
Our Future Lot
Our Old Feuillage
Out from behind this bending rough-cut mask
Out from Behind This Mask
Out of May’s Shows Selected
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Out of the murk of heaviest clouds
Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd
Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me
Outlines for a Tomb
Over and through the burial chant
Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice
Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come
Ox-tamer, The
P
Pallid Wreath, The
Passage to India
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you
Patroling Bamegat
Paumanok
Paumanok Picture, A
Pensive and Faltering
Pensive on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All
Pensive on Her Dead Gazing
Perfections
Persian Lesson, A
Pilot in the Mist, The
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
Play-Ground, The
Poets to Come
Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Portals
Prairie States, The
Prairie Sunset, A
Prairie-Grass Dividing, The
Prayer of Columbus
[Preface]
Preface Note to 2d Annex
Primeval My Love for the Woman I Love
Promise to California, A
Proud Music of the Storm
Proudly the Flood Comes In
Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing
Punishment of Pride, The
Q
Queries to My Seventieth Year
Quicksand Years
Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither
R
Race of Veterans
Race of veterans—race of victors!
Reconciliation
Recorders Ages Hence
Red Jacket (From Aloft)
Respondez!
Respondez! Respondez!
Resurgemus
Return of the Heroes, The
Reversals
Riddle Song, A
Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps
Rise O Days from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep
Roaming in Thought
Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality
Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone
Roots and leaves themselves alone are these
“Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete, The”
Runner, The
S
Sacred, blithesome, undenied
Sail Out for Good, Eidólon Yacht!
Salut au Monde!
Sane, random, negligent hours
Sauntering the pavement or riding the country byroads here then are faces
Sauntering the pavement or riding the country by-road, lo such faces!
Savantism
Says
Scented Herbage of My Breast
Sea beauty! stretched and basking!
SEA-DRIFT
SECOND ANNEX: GOOD-BYE MY FANCY
Shakspere-Bacon’s Cipher
Ship Ahoy!
Ship Starting, The
Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver, emerald, fawn
Shut Not Your Doors
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries
Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim, A
Silent and amazed even when a little boy
Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging
Simple, spontaneous, curious, two souls interchanging
Singer in the Prison, The
Singing my days
Sketch, A
Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
[Sleepers , The]
Sleepers, The
Small the Theme of My Chant
Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest—namely, One‘s-Setf—a simple, separate person.
So far, and so far, and on toward the end
So Long!
Sobbing of the Bells, The
Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb
Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is
Something startles me where I thought I was safest
Sometimes with One I Love
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love
Song at Sunset
Song for All Seas, All Ships
Song for Certain Congressmen
[Song for Occupations, A]
Song for Occupations, A
Song of Exposition
Song of Joys, A
[Song of Myself]
Song of Myself
Song of Prudence
[Song of the Answerer]
Song of the Answerer
Song of the Banner at Daybreak
Song of the Broad-Axe
Song of the Open Road
Song of the Redwood-Tree
Song of the Rolling Earth, A
Song of the Universal
SONGS OF PARTING
Soon Shall the Winter’s Foil Be Here
Soon shall the winter’s foil be here;
Sounds of the Winter
Sounds of the winter too
Spain
Spanish Lady, The
Sparkles from the Wheel
Spirit That Form’d This Scene
Spirit Whose Work Is Done
Spirit whose work is done—spirit of dreadful hours!
Splendor of ended day floating and filling me
Spontaneous Me
Spontaneous me, Nature
Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born
Starting from Paumanok
States!
Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence)
Still Though the One I Sing
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
Stronger Lessons
Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves
Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves
Suddenly, out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves
Supplement Hours
T
Tears
Tears! tears! tears!
Tests
Thanks in Old Age
Thanks in old age—thanks ere I go
That coursing on, whate‘er men’s speculations
That Music Always Round Me
That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long I untadid not hear
That Shadow My Likeness
That shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering
That which eludes this verse and any verse
The appointed winners in a long-stretch’ d game;
The bodies of men and women engirth me, and I engirth them
The business man the acquirer vast
The commonplace I sing;
The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas‘d
The last sunbeam
The mystery of mysteries, the crude and hurried ceaseless flame, spontaneous, bearing on itself
The noble sire fallen on evil days
The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing
The sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere
The soft voluptuous opiate shades
The soothing sanity and blitheness of completion
The touch of flame—the illuminating fire—the loftiest look at last
The two old, simple problems ever intertwined
The untold want by life and land ne‘er granted
Thee for my recitative
Then Last of All
Then Last of All, caught from these shores, this hill
Then Shall Perceive
There are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety;
[There Was a Child Went Forth]
There Was a Child Went Forth
There was a child went forth every day
There was a child went forth every day
These Carols
These carols sung to cheer my passage through the world I see
These I Singing in Spring
These I singing in spring collect for lovers
They shall arise in the States
Thick-sprinkled Bunting
Thick sprinkled bunting! flag of stars!
Think of the Soul
This breast which now alternate burns
This Compost
This Day,
O
Soul
This day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;
This Dust Was Once the Man
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless
This latent mine—these unlaunch’d voices—passionate powers
This moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone
This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful
Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated
Thou hast slept all night upon the storm
Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood
Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling
Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon!
Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as
Thou Reader

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