Old Ireland, by Walt Whitman
Far hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother, ...
Poems by Walt Whitman
Old Salt Kossabone, by Walt Whitman
Far back, related on my mother's side,
Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died:
(Had ...
Old War-Dreams, by Walt Whitman
In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of...
O Living Always, Always Dying, by Walt Whitman
O living always, always dying!
O the burials of me past and present,
O me while I stride ahea...
An Old Man's Thought of School, by Walt Whitman
[For the Inauguration of a Public School, Camden, New Jersey, 1874] An old man's thoug...
O Magnet-South, by Walt Whitman
O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! My South!
O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and...
O Me! O Life!, by Walt Whitman
O me! O life! Of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of ...
O Star of France [1870-71], by Walt Whitman
O star of France,
The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame,
Like some proud ship that...
The Ox-Tamer, by Walt Whitman
In a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region,
Lives my farmer friend, the theme...
The Pallid Wreath, by Walt Whitman
Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is,
Let it remain back there on its nail sus...
Passage to India, by Walt Whitman
1 Singing my days,
Singing the great achievements of the present,
Singing the strong light ...
Patroling Barnegat, by Walt Whitman
Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running,
Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant ...
A Paumanok Picture, by Walt Whitman
Two boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting--they discover...
Pensive and Faltering, by Walt Whitman
Pensive and faltering,
The words the Dead I write,
For living are the Dead,
(Haply the only...