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"Good-bye my Fancy!
Farewell dear mate, dear love!
I'm going away, I know not where,
Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,
So Good-bye my Fancy."
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Good-bye My Fancy! (L. 1-5). . .
The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books. |
"And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death."
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Starting From Paumanok, sct. 13. |
"Maybe it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs, (who knows?),
Maybe it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning—so now finally,
Good-bye—and hail! my Fancy."
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Good-bye My Fancy! (L. 16-18). . .
The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books. |
"A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing."
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. The Dalliance of the Eagles (l. 8-10). . .
The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books. |
"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 his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off
work,"
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. I Hear America Singing (l. 1-4). . .
The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books. |
"Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,"
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. The Dalliance of the Eagles (l. 1-3). . .
The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books. |
"Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of
young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs."
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. I Hear America Singing (l. 9-11). . .
The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books. |
"In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor'd near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batter'd ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul'd up at last and
hawser'd tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering."
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. The Dismantled Ship (l. 1-5). . .
The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books. |
"I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark
green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,
But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone
there without its friend near, for I knew I could not,"
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing (l. 1-5). . .
The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books. |
"I never see that man without feeling that he is one to become personally attach'd to, for his combination of purest, heartiest tenderness, and native western form of manliness."
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. "The Inauguration," March 4, 1865, Specimen Days and Collect (1882). |
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