Leaves of Grass: First and Death-Bed Editions
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Table of Contents
FROM THE PAGES OF LEAVES OF GRASS
Title Page
Copyright Page
WALT WHITMAN
THE WORLD OF WALT WHITMAN AND LEAVES OF GRASS
Introduction
Leaves of Grass - Brooklyn, New York : 1855.
INTRODUCTION TO FIRST EDITION
[PREFACE]
[Song of Myself]
[A Song for Occupations]
[To Think of Time]
[The Sleepers]
[I Sing the Body Electric]
[Faces]
[Song of the Answerer]
[Europe, The 72d and 73d Years of These States]
[A Boston Ballad]
[There Was a Child Went Forth]
[Who Learns My Lesson Complete]
[Great Are the Myths]
Leaves of Grass
INTRODUCTION - TO “DEATH-BED” EDITION
INSCRIPTIONS
ONE‘S-SELF I SING
AS I PONDER’D IN SILENCE
IN CABIN’D SHIPS AT SEA
TO FOREIGN LANDS
TO A HISTORIAN
TO THEE OLD CAUSE
EIDÓLONS
FOR HIM I SING
WHEN I READ THE BOOK
BEGINNING MY STUDIES
BEGINNERS
TO THE STATES
ON JOURNEYS THROUGH THE STATES
TO A CERTAIN CANTATRICE
ME IMPERTURBE
SAVANTISM
THE SHIP STARTING
I HEAR AMERICA SINGING
WHAT PLACE IS BESIEGED?
STILL THOUGH THE ONE I SING
SHUT NOT YOUR DOORS
POETS TO COME
TO YOU
THOU READER
STARTING FROM PAUMANOK
SONG OF MYSELF
CHILDREN OF ADAM
TO THE GARDEN THE WORLD
FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS
I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC
A WOMAN WAITS FOR ME
SPONTANEOUS ME
ONE HOUR TO MADNESS AND JOY
OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN THE CROWD
AGES AND AGES RETURNING AT INTERVALS
WE TWO, HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL’D
O HYMEN! O HYMENEE!
I AM HE THAT ACHES WITH LOVE
NATIVE MOMENTS
ONCE I PASS’D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY
I HEARD YOU SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES OF THE ORGAN
FACING WEST FROM CALIFORNIA’S SHORES
AS ADAM EARLY IN THE MORNING
CALAMUS
IN PATHS UNTRODDEN
SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST
WHOEVER YOU ARE HOLDING ME NOW IN HAND
FOR YOU O DEMOCRACY
THESE I SINGING IN SPRING
NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB’D BREAST ONLY
OF THE TERRIBLE DOUBT OF APPEARANCES
THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS
RECORDERS AGES HENCE
WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY
ARE YOU THE NEW PERSON DRAWN TOWARD ME?
ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE
NOT HEAT FLAMES UP AND CONSUMES
TRICKLE DROPS
CITY OF ORGIES
BEHOLD THIS SWARTHY FACE
I SAW IN LOUISIANA A LIVE-OAK GROWING
TO A STRANGER
THIS MOMENT YEARNING AND THOUGHTFUL
I HEAR IT WAS CHARGED AGAINST ME
THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING
WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER’D FAME
WE TWO BOYS TOGETHER CLINGING
A PROMISE TO CALIFORNIA
HERE THE FRAILEST LEAVES OF ME
NO LABOR-SAVING MACHINE
A GLIMPSE
A LEAF FOR HAND IN HAND
EARTH, MY LIKENESS
I DREAM’D IN A DREAM
WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?
TO THE EAST AND TO THE WEST
SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE
TO A WESTERN BOY
FAST-ANCHOR’D ETERNAL O LOVE!
AMONG THE MULTITUDE
O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME
THAT SHADOW MY LIKENESS
FULL OF LIFE NOW
SALUT AU MONDE!
SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD
CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY
SONG OF THE ANSWERER
OUR OLD FEUILLAGE
A SONG OF JOYS
SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE
SONG OF THE EXPOSITION
SONG OF THE REDWOOD-TREE
A SONG FOR OCCUPATIONS
A SONG OF THE ROLLING EARTH
YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT
BIRDS OF PASSAGE
SONG OF THE UNIVERSAL
PIONEERS! O PIONEERS!
TO YOU
FRANCE, THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES
MYSELF AND MINE
YEAR OF METEORS (1859-60)
A BROADWAY PAGEANT
SEA-DRIFT
OUT OF THE CRADLE ENDLESSLY ROCKING
AS I EBB’D WITH THE OCEAN OF LIFE
TEARS
TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD
ABOARD AT A SHIP’S HELM
ON THE BEACH AT NIGHT
THE WORLD BELOW THE BRINE
ON THE BEACH AT NIGHT ALONE
SONG FOR ALL SEAS, ALL SHIPS
PATROLING BARNEGAT
AFTER THE SEA-SHIP
BY THE ROADSIDE
A BOSTON BALLAD (1854)
EUROPE, THE 72D AND 73D YEARS OF THESE STATES
A HAND-MIRROR
GODS
GERMS
THOUGHTS
WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN’D ASTRONOMER
PERFECTIONS
O ME! O LIFE!
TO A PRESIDENT
I SIT AND LOOK OUT
TO RICH GIVERS
THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES
ROAMING IN THOUGHT
A FARM PICTURE
A CHILD’S AMAZE
THE RUNNER
BEAUTIFUL WOMEN
MOTHER AND BABE
THOUGHT
VISOR’D
THOUGHT
GLIDING O‘ER ALL
HAST NEVER COME TO THEE AN HOUR
THOUGHT
TO OLD AGE
LOCATIONS AND TIMES
OFFERINGS
TO THE STATES, TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH, 17TH, OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD
DRUM-TAPS
FIRST O SONGS FOR A PRELUDE
EIGHTEEN SIXTY-ONE
BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS!
FROM PAUMANOK STARTING I FLY LIKE A BIRD
SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAYBREAK
RISE O DAYS FROM YOUR FATHOMLESS DEEPS
THE CENTENARIAN’S STORY
CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD
BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE
AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH
BY THE BIVOUAC’S FITFUL FLAME
COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER
VIGIL STRANGE I KEPT ON THE FIELD ONE NIGHT
A MARCH IN THE RANKS HARD-PREST, AND THE ROAD UNKNOWN
A SIGHT IN CAMP IN THE DAYBREAK GRAY AND DIM
AS TOILSOME I WANDER’D VIRGINIA’S WOODS
NOT THE PILOT
YEAR THAT TREMBLED AND REEL’D BENEATH ME
THE WOUND-DRESSER
LONG, TOO LONG AMERICA
GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN
OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC A VOICE
I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY
THE ARTILLERYMAN’S VISION
ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS
NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME
RACE OF VETERANS
WORLD TAKE GOOD NOTICE
O TAN-FACED PRAIRIE-BOY
LOOK DOWN FAIR MOON
REC
ONCILIATION
HOW SOLEMN AS ONE BY ONE
AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO
DELICATE CLUSTER
TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN
LO, VICTRESS ON THE PEAKS
SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE
ADIEU TO A SOLDIER
TURN O LIBERTAD
TO THE LEAVEN’D SOIL THEY TROD
MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN
WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM‘D
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
HUSH’D BE THE CAMPS TO-DAY
THIS DUST WAS ONCE THE MAN
BY BLUE ONTARIO’S SHORE
REVERSALS
AUTUMN RIVULETS
AS CONSEQUENT, ETC.
THE RETURN OF THE HEROES
THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH
OLD IRELAND
THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE
THIS COMPOST
TO A FOIL’D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE
UNNAMED LANDS
SONG OF PRUDENCE
THE SINGER IN THE PRISON
WARBLE FOR LILAC-TIME
OUTLINES FOR A TOMB
OUT FROM BEHIND THIS MASK
VOCALISM
TO HIM THAT WAS CRUCIFIED
YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS
LAWS FOR CREATIONS
TO A COMMON PROSTITUTE
I WAS LOOKING A LONG WHILE
THOUGHT
MIRACLES
SPARKLES FROM THE WHEEL
TO A PUPIL
UNFOLDED OUT OF THE FOLDS
WHAT AM I AFTER ALL
KOSMOS
OTHERS MAY PRAISE WHAT THEY LIKE
WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE?
TESTS
THE TORCH
O STAR OF FRANCE (1870-71)
THE OX-TAMER
AN OLD MAN’S THOUGHT OF SCHOOL
WANDERING AT MORN
ITALIAN MUSIC IN DAKOTA
WITH ALL THY GIFTS
MY PICTURE-GALLERY
THE PRAIRIE STATES
PROUD MUSIC OF THE STORM
PASSAGE TO INDIA
PRAYER OF COLUMBUS
THE SLEEPERS
TRANSPOSITIONS
TO THINK OF TIM
WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH
DAREST THOU NOW O SOUL
WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH
CHANTING THE SQUARE DEIFIC
OF HIM I LOVE DAY AND NIGHT
YET, YET, YE DOWNCAST HOURS
AS IF A PHANTOM CARESS’D ME
ASSURANCES
QUICKSAND YEARS
THAT MUSIC ALWAYS ROUND ME
WHAT SHIP PUZZLED AT SEA
A NOISELESS PATIENT SPIDER
O LIVING ALWAYS, ALWAYS DYING
TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE
NIGHT ON THE PRAIRIES
THOUGHT
THE LAST INVOCATION
AS I WATCH’D THE PLOUGHMAN PLOUGHING
PENSIVE AND FALTERING
THOU MOTHER WITH THY EQUAL BROOD
A PAUMANOK PICTURE
FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT
THOU ORB ALOFT FULL-DAZZLING
FACES
THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER
TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER
O MAGNET-SOUTH
MANNAHATTA
ALL IS TRUTH
A RIDDLE SONG
EXCELSIOR
AH POVERTIES, WINCINGS, AND SULKY RETREATS