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Walt Whitman
Over The Carnage
Recorders Ages Hence
No Labor-Saving Machine
Other May Praise What They Like
Savantism
When I Peruse The Conquer’D Fame
The Ship Starting
Not Heaving From My Ribb’D Breast Only
Scented Herbage Of My Breast
The Base Of All Metaphysics
A Song Of Joys
Lo! Victress On The Peaks
Long, Too Long, O Land!
States!
Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break
The Centerarian’s Story
Spirit That Form’D Theis Scene
Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb
Spain 1873-’74
The Ox Tamer
The Sleepers
Walt Whitman’s Caution
We Two Boys Together Clinging
This Dust Was Once The Man
The Prairie-Grass Dividing
What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand?
To A Locomotive In Winter
The Prairie States
The Untold Want
To Think Of Time
To A President
To Old Age
Once I Pass’D Through A Populous City
Hush’D Be The Camps Today
Me Imperturbe
Starting From Paumanok
Chanting The Square Deific
Native Moments
Sparkles From The Wheel
Behold This Swarthy Face
The Last Invocation
Rise, O Days
The Dresser
Night On The Prairies
Not Heat Flames Up And Consumes
Not The Pilot
O Tan-Faced Prairie Boy
The City Dead-House
Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me
Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States
I Saw Old General At Bay
Song Of The Exposition
Delicate Cluster
Mediums
From Far Dakota’s Canons
Year Of Meteors, 1859 ’60
O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig!
Respondez!
From Paumanok Starting
Song Of The Broad-Axe
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