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Walt Whitman Quotes - Page 17

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This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

Dog, Snakes, Mouths

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.134, NYU Press

I dance with the dancers.

Dance, Dancer

Walt Whitman (2014). “Whitman: Poems”, p.9, Everyman's Library

Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over.

Life, Love Is, Long

Walt Whitman (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867”, p.511, NYU Press

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

Real, Artist, Humanity

Walt Whitman, Floyd Stovall (2007). “Prose Works 1892, Volume II: Collect and Other Prose”, p.516, NYU Press

Now understand me well. It is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.

Struggle, Essence, Fruition

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

It is a beautiful truth that all men contain something of the artist in them. And perhaps it is the case that the greatest artists live and die, the world and themselves alike ignorant what they possess.

Beautiful, Artist, Men

Walt Whitman (2014). “Specimen Days & Collect”, p.479, Melville House

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is course, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine.

Wise, Children, Men

Walt Whitman (2012). “Song of Myself”, p.25, Courier Corporation

I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.

Law, Evil, Action

Walt Whitman, Christopher Castiglia, Glenn Hendler (2007). “Franklin Evans, Or The Inebriate: A Tale of the Times”, p.68, Duke University Press

I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

Death, Waiting, Short Death

Walt Whitman (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Walt Whitman (Illustrated)”, p.653, Delphi Classics

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.

Nature, Business, Simplicity

1876-77 Speciman Days, 'New Themes Entered Upon'.

All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments. It is not the violins and the cornets-it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza-nor that of the women's chorus; it is nearer and farther than they.

Sweet, Singing, Oboes

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.90, NYU Press

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.

Sad, Appreciation, Inspirational Life

"Song of Myself " l. 1 (written 1855)

The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.

Missing, Fruition, Chance

Walt Whitman (2004). “Whitman: The Mystic Poets”, p.137, SkyLight Paths Publishing

Strong and content I travel the open road.

Travel, Strong, Leaves Of Grass

1856 Leaves of Grass, 'Song of the Open Road', section 1.

I have no mockings or arguments; I witness and wait.

Waiting, Argument, Witness

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.5, NYU Press

The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.

Past, Majesty, Vacant

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

Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God, The loving Laborer through space and time

Space, Littles, Time And Space

Walt Whitman (2013). “Leaves of Grass”, p.315, Simon and Schuster

He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.

Teacher, Style, Honor

Walt Whitman (2012). “Leaves of Grass: The Original 1855 Edition”, p.64, Courier Corporation

Give me such shows - give me the streets of Manhattan!

New York, Giving, Manhattan

Walt Whitman (2013). “Walt Whitman: Selected Poems 1855-1892”, p.280, St. Martin's Press

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

Hug, Trying, Alarms

Walt Whitman (2009). “The Americanness of Walt Whitman”, p.42, Wildside Press LLC

Out of every fruition of success, no matter what, comes forth something to make a new effort necessary.

Success, Effort, Fruition

Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night! Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars! Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!

Summer, Stars, Night

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.27, NYU Press

Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!

Crowds, Arms, Festivals

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.19, NYU Press

There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.

Squash, Little Things, Hub

Walt Whitman, David S. Reynolds (2005). “Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass”, p.42, Oxford University Press

Future years will never know the seething hell and the black infernal background, the countless minor scenes and interiors of the secession war; and it is best they should not. The real war will never get in the books.

Memorial Day, Real, War

Walt Whitman (2012). “Specimen Days & Collect”, p.80, Courier Corporation

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