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Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

Index of Titles

Aboard at a Ship’s Helm
A Boston Ballad, 1854
A Broadway Pageant
A Carol of Harvest for 1867
A Child’s Amaze
A Clear Midnight
Adieu to a Soldier
A Farm-Picture
After the Sea-Ship
Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals
A Glimpse
A Hand-Mirror
Ah Poverties, Wincings and Sulky Retreats
A Leaf for Hand in Hand
All is Truth
An Army Corps on the March
A Noiseless Patient Spider
An Old Man’s Thought of School
A March in the Ranks, Hard-prest
American Feuillage
Among the Multitude
A Paumanok Picture
A Promise to California
Are You the New person, drawn toward Me?
A Riddle Song
Artilleryman’s Vision, The
As Adam, Early in the Morning
As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free
As At Thy Portals Also Death
As Consequent, Etc.
Ashes of Soldiers
As if a Phantom Caress’d Me
A Sight in Camp
As I lay with Head in your Lap, Camerado
As I Ponder’d in Silence
As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores
As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days
As I Watch’d the Ploughman Ploughing
A Song
As the Time Draws Nigh
As Toilsome I Wander’d
A Woman Waits for Me
Base of all Metaphysics, The
Bathed in War’s Perfume
Beat! Beat! Drums!
Beautiful Women
Beginning my Studies
Behold this Swarthy Face
Bivouac on a Mountain Side
Brother of All, with Generous Hand
By Broad Potomac’s Shore
By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame
Camps of Green
Carol of Occupations
Carol of Words
Cavalry Crossing a Ford
Centenarian’s Story, The
Chanting the Square Deific
City Dead-House, The
City of Orgies
City of Ships
Come up from the Fields, Father
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
Dalliance of the Eagles, The
Darest Thou Now, O Soul
Delicate Cluster
Despairing Cries
Dirge for Two Veterans
Dresser, The
Earth! my Likeness!!
Elemental Drifts
Ethiopia Saluting the Colors
Europe, the 72d and 73d years of These States
Facing West from California’s Shores
Fast Anchor’d, Eternal, O Love
For Him I Sing
France, the 18th year of These States
From Far Dakota’s Cañons
From My Last Years
From Paumanok Starting
From Pent-up Aching Rivers
Full of Life, Now
Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun
Gliding Over All
Great are the Myths
Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
Here, Sailor
Here the Frailest Leaves of Me
Hours Continuing Long
How Solemn as One by One
Hush’d be the Camps To-day
I am He that Aches with Love
I Dream’d in a Dream
I Hear America Singing
I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ
I hear it was Charged against Me
In Cabin’d Ships at Sea
Indications, The
In Former Songs
In Midnight Sleep
In Paths Untrodden
In the New Garden in all the Parts
I saw in Louisiana a Live Oak Growing
I saw Old General at Bay
I Sing the Body Electric
I Sit and Look Out
Italian Music in Dakota
I Thought I was not Alone
I was Looking a Long While
I will Take an Egg Out of the Robin’s Nest
Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
Last Invocation, The
Laws for Creations
Locations and Times
Longings for Home
Long I Thought that Knowledge
Long, too Long, O Land!
Look Down, Fair Moon
Lo! Victress on the Peaks
Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering
Me Imperturbe
Mother and Babe
My Picture-Gallery
Myself and Mine
Mystic Trumpeter, The
Native Moments
Night on The Prairies
No Labor-Saving Machine
Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only
Not Heat Flames up and Consumes
Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me
Not the Pilot
Not Youth Pertains to Me
Now Finale to the Shore
Now List to my Morning’s Romanza
O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig!
O Captain! My Captain!
Of Him I Love Day and Night
Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances
Of the Visage of Things
O Hymen! O Hymenee!
Old Ireland
O Living Always—Always Dying
O Me! O Life!
Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
One Hour to Madness and Joy
One Song, America, Before I Go
One’s-Self I Sing
One Sweeps By
On Journeys Through The States
On the Beach at Night
On the Beach at Night, Alone
Or from that Sea of Time
O Star of France
O Sun of Real Peace
O Tan-faced Prairie Boy
Others may Praise what They Like
Out from Behind this Mask
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd
Over the Carnage
Ox Tamer, The
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
Passage to India
Patroling Barnegat
Pensive and Faltering
Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
Poem of Joys
Poem of Remembrance for a Girl or a Boy
Poets to Come
Prairie-Grass Dividing, The
Prairie States, The
Prayer of Columbus
Primeval my Love for the Woman I Love
Proud Music of The Storm
Quicksand Years
Race of Veterans
Recorders Ages Hence
Rise, O Days
Roaming in Thought
Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone
Runner, The
Salut au Monde
Scented Herbage of My Breast
Ship Starting, The
Shut Not Your Doors, &c.
Singer in the Prison, The
Sing of the Banner at Day-Break
Sleepers, The
Sobbing of The Bells, The
So Far and So Far, and on Toward the End
Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb
So Long
Sometimes with One I Love
Song at Sunset
Song for All Seas, All Ships
Song of the Broad-Axe
Song of the Exposition
Song of the Open Road
Song of the Redwood-Tree
Song of the Universal
Souvenirs of Democracy
Spain 1873–’74
Sparkles from The Wheel
Spirit That Form’d This Scene
Spirit whose Work is Done
Spontaneous Me
Starting from Paumanok
Still, though the One I Sing
That Shadow, my Likeness
That Music Always Round Me
There was a Child went Forth
These Carols
These, I, Singing in Spring
Thick-Sprinkled Bunting
Think of the Soul
This Compost
This Day, O Soul
This Dust was Once the Man
This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful
Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling
Thou Reader
To a Certain Cantatrice
To a Certain Civilian
To a Common Prostitute
To a foil’d European Revolutionaire
To a Historian
To a Locomotive in Winter
To a President
To a Pupil
To a Stranger
To a Western Boy
To Foreign Lands
To Him that was Crucified
To Old Age
To One Shortly to Die
To Oratists
Torch, The
To Rich Givers
To the East and to the West
To Thee, Old Cause!
To the Garden the World
To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod
To the Man-of-War-Bird
To the Reader at Parting
To The States
To Think of Time
To You
To You
To You
Trickle, Drops
Turn, O Libertad
Two Rivulets
Unfolded Out of the Folds
Unnamed Lands
Untold Want, The
Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field
Virginia—The West
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman’s Caution
Wandering at Morn
Warble for Lilac-Time
Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life
We Two Boys Together Clinging
We Two—How Long We were Fool’d
What am I, After All?
What Best I See In Thee
What General has a Good Army
What Place is Besieged?
What think You I take my Pen in Hand?
What Weeping Face
When I heard at the Close of the Day
When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer
When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame
When I read the Book
When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d
Whispers of Heavenly Death
Whoever You are, Holding Me now in Hand
Who is now Reading This?
Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
With All Thy Gifts
With Antecedents
World Below the Brine, The
World, Take Good Notice
Year of Meteors, 1859 ’60
Years of the Modern
Year that Trembled
Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
You Felons on Trial in Courts