To a Historian, by Walt Whitman
You who celebrate bygones,
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life...
You who celebrate bygones,
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life...
Courage yet, my brother or my sister!
Keep on--Liberty is to be subserv'd whatever occurs;
Th...
Be composed--be at ease with me--I am Walt Whitman, liberal and
lusty as Nature,
Not till the...
Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me?
Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes?
...
Here, take this gift,
I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or general,
One who shoul...
Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! Thou hot October noon!
Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach s...
Where the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day,
Withdrawn I join a group of childr...
Tears! Tears! Tears!
In the night, in solitude, tears,
On the white shore dripping, dripp...
1 Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born,
Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect...
Spontaneous me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The ...
Spirit whose work is done--spirit of dreadful hours!
Ere departing fade from my eyes your forest...
[Written in Platte Canyon, Colorado] Spirit that form'd this scene,
These tumbled rock...
Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt--A little ...
1 A song of the rolling earth, and of words according,
Were you thinking that those were the...
1 Come said the Muse,
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
Sing me the universal. ...