Poems by Walt Whitman

When I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes and the victories of
mighty generals, I do not envy ...

When I read the book, the biography famous,
And is this then (said I) what the author calls a ...

1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western s...

When the full-grown poet came,
Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all i...

Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,
Footst...

Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fai...

Who learns my lesson complete?
Boss, journeyman, apprentice, churchman and atheist,
The stu...

1 With antecedents,
With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,
With al...

Years of the modern! Years of the unperform'd!
Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for mo...

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities a...

You felons on trial in courts,
You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain'd a...

A song, a poem of itself--the word itself a dirge,
Amid the wilds, the rocks, the storm and ...

Yet, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also,
Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my a...

1 An old man bending I come among new faces,
Years looking backward resuming in answer to chi...

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking if sex were ...