All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus! Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking bird's throat, the musical shuttle, . . . . A reminiscence sing. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“All music is what awakes within us when we are reminded by the instruments; It is not the violins or the clarinets… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Songs of myself Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
My own songs awakened from that hour, And with them the key, the word up from the waves, The word of the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for, But you,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Manhattan streets with their powerful throbs, with beating drums as now, The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments. It is not the violins and the cornets-it… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Song of myself With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Poets to Come POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Demon or bird! (said the boy’s soul,) Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? or is it mostly to me? For… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Song of myself Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute… — 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
