Walt Whitman Quotes
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Thou born to match the gale, (thou art all wings,) To cope with heaven and earth and sea and hurricane,
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Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory,...
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That sport'st amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud, In them, in thy experiences, had'st thou my soul,...
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Over the tree-tops I float thee a song, Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the...
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On a flat road runs the well-trained runner, He is lean and sinewy with muscular legs,...
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Let that which stood in front go behind, Let that which was behind advance to the front,...
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I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.
By Walt Whitman
I cease my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee,...
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Formless stacks of bodies and bodies by themselves, dabs of flesh upon the masts and spars,...
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For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the...
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From the beach the child holding the hand of her father, Those burial clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,...
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Ebb, ocean of life, (the flow will return,) Cease not your moaning you fierce old mother,...
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Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,...
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As I ebb'd with the ocean of life, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk'd where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok,
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The female that loves unrequited sleeps, And the male that loves unrequited sleeps, The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps, And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.
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The city sleeps and the country sleeps, the living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, the old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife; and these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them, and such as it is to be of these more or less I am, and of these one and all I weave the song of myself.
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The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
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What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life.
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Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!)
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O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.
By Walt Whitman