The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
This is what you should do; love the Earth and sun and the animals... — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Day full-blown and splendid-day of the immense sun, action, ambition, laughter, The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Without enough wilderness America will change. Democracy, with its myriad personalities and increasing sophistication, must be fibred and vitalized by regular contact… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Note, to-day, an instructive, curious spectacle and conflict. Science, (twin, in its fields, of Democracy in its)—Science, testing absolutely all thoughts, all… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
“Each of us inevitable, Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth, Each of us allow'd the eternal… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as a powerful conqueror, and nothing exterior to… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
I think I could always live with animals. The more you're around people, the more you love animals. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
“I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun, and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
