Song Quotes by Walt Whitman

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.

— Walt Whitman

I sing the body electric.

— Walt Whitman

The strongest and sweetest song remains to be sung

— Walt Whitman

The strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung.

— Walt Whitman

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

— Walt Whitman

All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.

— Walt Whitman

I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!

— Walt Whitman

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs…

— Walt Whitman

Song of Myself is a new kind of poem , which is shocked, puzzled, amused, amazed all the average readers, but it…

— Walt Whitman

Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I…

— Walt Whitman

“Not songs of loyalty alone are these, But songs of insurrection also, For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel…

— Walt Whitman

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

I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me…

— Walt Whitman

“Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night! Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars! Still, nodding Night!…

— Walt Whitman

My own songs awakened from that hour, And with them the key, the word up from the waves, The word of the…

— Walt Whitman

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song…

— Walt Whitman

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is…

— Walt Whitman

“Songs of myself Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one…

— Walt Whitman

The city sleeps and the country sleeps, the living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, the old husband…

— Walt Whitman

“Song of myself Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset--earth of the mountains…

— Walt Whitman

“Song of myself Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute…

— Walt Whitman

“One's-Self I Sing One's-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top…

— Walt Whitman

Sex contains all, Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk; All…

— Walt Whitman

“Song of myself I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful…

— Walt Whitman

“Songs of myself These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,…

— Walt Whitman

“Song of myself With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only,…

— Walt Whitman

“All music is what awakes within us when we are reminded by the instruments; It is not the violins or the clarinets…

— Walt Whitman