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Walt Whitman Quotes - Page 11

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What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Death, Children, Men

1855 Leaves of Grass, 'Song of Myself', section 6.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Mean, Who I Am, Blood

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.83, NYU Press

I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

God, Leaves Of Grass, Curious

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.79, NYU Press

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

Animal, Thinking, Self

"Song of Myself " l. 684 (written 1855)

What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

Panic, Siege, Engagement

Walt Whitman “Annotated LEAVES OF GRASS with English Grammar Exercises: by Walt Whitman (Author), Robert Powell (Editor)”, Powell Publications, LLC

An electric chain seems to vibrate, as it were, between our brain and him or her preserved there [in a Daguerreotype] so well by the limner's cunning. Time, space, both are annihilated, and we identify the semblance with the reality.

Reality, Space, Brain

Walt Whitman (1998). “The Journalism: 1834-1846”, Peter Lang Pub Incorporated

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

Miracle, Feelings, Leaves Of Grass

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.33, NYU Press

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

Love, Song, Thinking

Walt Whitman (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Walt Whitman (Illustrated)”, p.302, Delphi Classics

I know perfectly well my own egotism.

Egotism, Wells, My Own

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.67, NYU Press

At times it has been doubtful to me if Emerson really knows or feels what Poetry is at its highest, as in the Bible, for instance, or Homer or Shakspeare. I see he covertly or plainly likes best superb verbal polish, or something old or odd

Poetry, Likes, Odd

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.

Time, Time Management, Accepting

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.30, NYU Press

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, / The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young.

Beautiful, Moving, Young

Walt Whitman (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867”, p.443, NYU Press

I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.

Names, Promise, Desert

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett, Arthur Golden, William White (2008). “Leaves of Grass: Vol. I-III: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.634, NYU Press

Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.

Sex, Foul

Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

Lucky, Leaves Of Grass, Born

'Song of Myself' (1855) st. 7

I sing the body electric.

Philosophy, Medicine, Soma

Title of poem (1855)

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

Sympathy, Funeral, Leaves Of Grass

Walt Whitman (2009). “The Americanness of Walt Whitman”, p.41, Wildside Press LLC

People who serve you without love get even behind your back.

Best Love, People, Behind Your Back

Sex contains all, Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk; All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex, as parts of itself, and justifications of itself.

Song, Sex, Passion

Walt Whitman (2004). “Leaves of Grass”, p.87, Bantam Classics

Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.

Love, Flower, Color

Walt Whitman (2013). “Walt Whitman: Selected Poems 1855-1892”, p.236, St. Martin's Press

There's a man in the world who is never turned down, whatever he chances to stray; he gets the glad hand in the populous town, or out where the farmers makes hay; he's greeted with pleasure on deserts of sand, and deep in the aisles of the woods; wherever he goes there's a welcoming hand-he's the man who delivers the goods.

Men, Hands, Desert

In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.

Strong, Flower, Heart

Walt Whitman (2013). “The Poems of Walt Whitman: Patriotic Poems”, p.22, eBookIt.com

I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them, And the white skeletons of young men-I saw them; I saw the debris and debris of all the dead soldiers of the war; But I saw they were not as was thought; They themselves were fully at rest-they suffer'd not; The living remain'd and suffer'd-the mother suffer'd, And the wife and the child, and the musing comrade suffer'd, And the armies that remain'd suffer'd.

Mother, Veterans Day, Children

Walt Whitman (1870). “Passage to India”, p.39, Haskell House Pub Limited

O to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.

Animal, Night, Self

Walt Whitman (2013). “Song of Myself: The First Edition of 1855 + The Death Bed Edition of 1892”, p.188, e-artnow

And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.

Hero, Men, May

Walt Whitman (2009). “The Americanness of Walt Whitman”, p.41, Wildside Press LLC

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