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Walt Whitman's Poetry, by title

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  • 1861
    Arm'd year! year of the struggle!
    No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!
    26 lines, 9 comments
  • A Boston Ballad
    TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early;
    Here's a good place at the corner—I must stand and see the show.
    83 lines, 3 comments
  • A Broadway Pageant
    Over the western sea, hither from Niphon come,
    Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
    156 lines
  • A Carol Of Harvest For 1867
    A SONG of the good green grass!
      A song no more of the city streets;
    245 lines
  • A child said, What is the grass?
    A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
    hands;
    58 lines, 11 comments
  • A Child's Amaze
    SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy,
    I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his
    4 lines, 8 comments
  • A Clear Midnight
    THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
    Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
    5 lines, 18 comments
  • A Farm-Picture
    THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
    A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;
    0 lines, 4 comments
  • A Glimpse
    A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
    Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
    9 lines, 1 comment
  • A Hand-Mirror
    Such, from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence,
    Such a result so soon--and from such a beginning!
    12 lines, 3 comments
  • A Leaf For Hand In Hand
    A LEAF for hand in hand!
    You natural persons old and young!
    8 lines, 9 comments
  • A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest
    Then the eyes close, calmly close, and I speed forth to the darkness,
    Resuming, marching, ever in darkness marching, on in the ranks,
    42 lines
  • A Noiseless Patient Spider
    A NOISELESS, patient spider,
    I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, i
    13 lines, 6 comments
  • A Paumanok Picture
    TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
    Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers--
    11 lines
  • A Promise To California
    A PROMISE to California,
    Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon:
    8 lines
  • A Riddle Song
    THAT which eludes this verse and any verse,
    Unheard by sharpest ear,&nb
    40 lines
  • A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim
    A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
    As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • A Song
    With the love of comrades,
    With the life-long love of comrades.
    16 lines
  • A Woman Waits For Me
    A WOMAN waits for me—she contains all, nothing is lacking,
    Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of th
    68 lines, 1 comment
  • Aboard At A Ship's Helm
    ABOARD, at a ship's helm,
    A young steersman, steering with care.
    13 lines
  • Adieu To A Solider
    ADIEU, O soldier!
    You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)
    17 lines
  • After an Interval
    (November 22, 1875, Midnight—Saturn and Mars in Conjunction)
    AFTER an interval, reading, here in the midnight,
    8 lines
  • After The Sea-Ship
    AFTER the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds;
    After the white-gray sails, t
    14 lines
  • Ages And Ages, Returning At Intervals
    AGES and ages, returning at intervals,
    Undestroy'd, wandering immortal,
    9 lines
  • Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats
    AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats!
    Ah you foes that in conflic
    15 lines
  • All Is Truth
    O ME, man of slack faith so long!
    Standing aloof--denying portions so&n
    28 lines
  • American Feuillage
    AMERICA always!
    Always our own feuillage!
    181 lines
  • Among The Multitude
    AMONG the men and women, the multitude,
    I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
    8 lines
  • An Army Corps On The March
    WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance,
    With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and now an
    8 lines
  • Apostroph
    O MATER! O fils!
    O brood continental!
    81 lines, 3 comments
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