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The Interior of the Nieuwe Kerk, Amsterdam, with a Sermon in Progress, by Emanuel de Witte
Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: A Child’s Amaze

Silent and amazed, even when a little boy,
I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his statements,
As contending against some being or influence.

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The touch of flame—the illuminatin… O’er city, passion, sea—o’er prair… The airy, different, changing hues… Objects and groups, bearings, face… The calmer sight—the golden settin…
Book IV. Children of Adam: Facing West From California’s Shores

Facing west, from California’s sh… Inquiring, tireless, seeking what… I, a child, very old, over waves,… land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Virginia—The West

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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Warble of Lilac-Time

Warble me now for joy of lilac-tim… Sort me O tongue and lips for Nat… Gather the welcome signs, (as chil… Put in April and May, the hylas c… Bees, butterflies, the sparrow wit…
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: Pensive and Faltering

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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The United States to Old World Critics

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Book XVII. Birds Of Passage: To You

Whoever you are, I fear you are w… I fear these supposed realities ar… Even now your features, joys, spee… Your true soul and body appear bef… They stand forth out of affairs, o…
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YEARS of the unperform’d! your h… parting away for more august drama… I see not America only—I see not… but other nations preparing; I see tremendous entrances and exi…
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Out from behind this bending rough… These lights and shades, this dram… This common curtain of the face co… you, in each for each, (Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tea…
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