Poems by Walt Whitman

Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man;
(Have former armies fail'd? Then we...

Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable
masses (even to expose the...

Long, too long America,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and
prosp...

Lo, Victress on the peaks,
Where thou with mighty brow regarding the world,
(The world O Lib...

I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon lo! Upsprang the aborigi...

A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown,
A route through a heavy wood with muffl...

They shall arise in the States,
They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness,
...

Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
Master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the mi...

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I wal...

More experiences and sights, stranger, than you'd think for;
Times again, now mostly just af...

After surmounting three-score and ten,
With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows,
M...

The business man the acquirer vast,
After assiduous years surveying results, preparing for dep...

Myself and mine gymnastic ever,
To stand the cold or heat, to take good aim with a gun, to sa...

1 Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musician,
Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capri...

Native moments--when you come upon me--ah you are here now,
Give me now libidinous joys only,
...