Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
1 Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I w...
BURIED SITTING UPRIGHT ON A LIVE HORSE ON A BLU...
Doubtless you have heard the saying, Kansas la...
Many a youth left home and friend
To pioneer a...
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the might...
Enchanting scenes o'er Afric's mystic land
Sin...
Where vast and far the rustling grass burns wit...
High beats the hunter's heart when all the nigh...
'Twas a fair river, fring'd with drooping reed...
For days the hunter march'd o'er wooded hills
...
Twilight silently, softly falls,
Touching va...
A buffalo, lord of the plain,
With massive n...
THOU white and dried-up sea! So old!
So strewn...
Filling in for an absent teacher
at a middle s...
He became King of England in 1761,
a sickly ...
Majestic river! In thy onward course,
Like th...