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Song Of Myself, I
I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my..
©  Walt Whitman
I Hear America Singing
I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;Those of mechanics- each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;The carpenter singing..
©  Walt Whitman
O Me! O Life!
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with thefoolish;Of myself forever..
©  Walt Whitman
All Is Truth
O ME, man of slack faith so long!Standing aloof--denying portions so long;Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth;Discovering to-day there..
©  Walt Whitman
A Farm-Picture
THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;And haze, and vista, and the far..
©  Walt Whitman
1861
ARM’D year! year of the struggle!No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk..
©  Walt Whitman
A Hand-Mirror
HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)Outside fair costume--within ashes and filth,No more a flashing eye--no more a..
©  Walt Whitman
A Song
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble;I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;I will make divine magnetic lands,With..
©  Walt Whitman
A Child's Amaze
SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy,I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in hisstatements,As contending against some being or..
©  Walt Whitman
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,late of a winter night--And I unremark'd..
©  Walt Whitman
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 theright man were..
©  Walt Whitman
A Noiseless Patient Spider
A noiseless, patient spider,I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,It..
©  Walt Whitman
A Child Said, What Is The Grass?
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with fullhands;How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what itis any more than he.I..
©  Walt Whitman
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,Thee fully forth emerging..
©  Walt Whitman
O Captain! My Captain!
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;The port is near, the bells I hear, the..
©  Walt Whitman
Willie Brew'D A Peck O' Maut
O WILLIE 1 brew'd a peck o' maut,And Rob and Allen cam to see;Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,Ye wadna found in Christendie.Chorus.—We are..
©  Robert Burns
To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh
MY godlike friend—nay, do not stare,You think the phrase is odd-like;But "God is love," the saints declare,Then surely thou art god-like.And is thy..
©  Robert Burns
Epistle To William Simson
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie;Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie;Tho' I maun say't, I wad be silly,And unco vain,Should I believe, my coaxin..
©  Robert Burns
Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army
YOU'RE welcome to Despots, Dumourier;You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier:How does Dampiere do?Ay, and Bournonville too?Why did they not come along..
©  Robert Burns
Epitaph On John Rankine
AE day, as Death, that gruesome carl,Was driving to the tither warl'A mixtie-maxtie motley squad,And mony a guilt-bespotted lad—Black gowns of each..
©  Robert Burns
Elegy On Willie Nicol's Mare
PEG NICHOLSON was a good bay mare,As ever trod on airn;But now she's floating down the Nith,And past the mouth o' Cairn.Peg Nicholson was a good bay..
©  Robert Burns
Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux
NOW Robin 1 lies in his last lair,He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair;Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare,Nae mair shall fear him;Nor anxious fear, nor..
©  Robert Burns
To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy On Sir J. H. Blair
NAE heathen name shall I prefix,Frae Pindus or Parnassus;Auld Reekie dings them a' to sticks,For rhyme-inspiring lasses.Jove's tunefu' dochters three..
©  Robert Burns
Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell
DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide,I'd rather sit wi' you than ride,Though 'twere wi' royal Geordie:And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,Aft gars me..
©  Robert Burns
Fragment—altho' He Has Left Me
ALTHO' he has left me for greed o' the siller,I dinna envy him the gains he can win;I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow,Than ever hae acted..
©  Robert Burns