Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

161. O Tan-Faced Prairie Boy 12/31/2002
162. O You Whom I Often And Silently Come 12/31/2002
163. Of Him I Love Day And Night 12/31/2002
164. Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances 12/31/2002
165. Of The Visage Of Things 12/31/2002
166. Offerings 12/31/2002
167. Old Ireland 12/31/2002
168. On Journeys Through The States 12/31/2002
169. On Old Man's Thought Of School 12/31/2002
170. On The Beach At Night 12/31/2002
171. On The Beach At Night, Alone 12/31/2002
172. Once I Pass'D Through A Populous City 12/31/2002
173. One Hour To Madness And Joy 12/31/2002
174. One Song, America, Before I Go 12/31/2002
175. One Sweeps By 12/31/2002
176. One's Self I Sing 12/31/2002
177. Or From That Sea Of Time 12/31/2002
178. Other May Praise What They Like 12/31/2002
179. Out From Behind His Mask 12/31/2002
180. Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking 1/20/2003
181. Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd 12/31/2002
182. Over The Carnage 12/31/2002
183. Passage To India 12/31/2002
184. Patroling Barnegat 12/31/2002
185. Pensive And Faltering 12/31/2002
186. Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All 12/31/2002
187. Perfections 12/31/2002
188. Pioneers! O Pioneers! 12/31/2002
189. Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy 12/31/2002
190. Poems Of Joys 12/31/2002
191. Poets To Come 12/31/2002
192. Portals 12/31/2002
193. Prayer Of Columbus 12/31/2002
194. President Lincoln's Burial Hymn 12/31/2002
195. Primeval My Love For The Woman I Love 12/31/2002
196. Proud Music Of The Storm 12/31/2002
197. Quicksand Years 12/31/2002
198. Race Of Veterans 12/31/2002
199. Reconciliation 12/31/2002
200. Recorders Ages Hence 12/31/2002
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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To A Historian

YOU who celebrate bygones!
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races--the life
that has exhibited itself;
Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates,
rulers and priests;
I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself,
in his own rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the

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