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I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.
NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
This hour I tell things in confidence/ I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me
Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.
The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate with the theory of the earth.
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.
I dream in my dreams all the dreams of the other dreamers. And I become the other dreamers.
There's no doubt that I've deserved my enemies, but I don't think I've deserved my friends.
Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.
Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious.
An individual is as superb as a nation when he has the qualities which make a superb nation.
I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of our people.
Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty.
Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.
Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.
Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus! Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.
Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.
Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.
Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.
Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.
There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
Out of every fruition of success, no matter what, comes forth something to make a new effort necessary.
You want to know a sure way to lose money? Buy what's popular and don't know what you are investing in.
This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.
The President eats dirt and excrement for his daily meals, likes it and tries to force it on The States.
I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.
I meet new Walt Whitmans everyday. There are a dozen of them afloat. I don't know which Walt Whitman I am.
Whoever you are, motion and reflection are especially for you, The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.
Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won
Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God, The loving Laborer through space and time
The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.
So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.
You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here