Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Walt Whitman Quotes

  • ''I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men,
    I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Native Moments.
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  • ''I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Once I Pass'd through a Populous City (l. 7). . . The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books.
  • ''And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. "Song of Myself," sct. 48, Leaves of Grass (1855).
  • ''And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Song of Myself, sect. 48, Leaves of Grass (1855).
  • ''I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. "Song of Myself," sct. 31, Leaves of Grass (1855).
  • ''O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. "Calamus: A Song of Joys," Leaves of Grass (1855).
  • ''I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious.''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. "Song of Myself," sct. 24, Leaves of Grass (1855).
  • ''How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed!''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. "Song of the Broad Axe," sect. 6.
  • ''The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Song of the Broad Axe, sct. 3.
  • ''To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.''
    Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. "Emerson's Books," Notes Left Over (1881).

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Best Poem of 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 people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ...

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A Paumanok Picture

TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers--
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep
in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
The boats

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