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
Sweet, sane, still Nakedness in Nature! — ah if poor, sick, prurient humanity in cities might really know you once more! Is… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
More and more too, the old name absorbs into me. Mannahatta, 'the place encircled by many swift tides and sparkling waters.' How… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The city sleeps and the country sleeps, the living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, the old husband… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
A perfect writer would make words sing, dance, kiss, do the male and female act, bear children, weep, bleed, rage, stab, steal,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
WE two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making, Power… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once… — 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
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I think I could always live with animals. The more you're around people, the more you love animals. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
