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Walt Whitman Quotes - Page 5

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From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.

Lines, Limits, Hours

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.228, NYU Press

O captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done. The ship has weather'd every wrack The prize we sought is won The port is near, the bells I hear The people all exulting While follow eyes, the steady keel The vessel grim and daring But Heart! Heart! Heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my captain lies Fallen cold and dead.

Lying, Eye, Heart

Walt Whitman (2015). “Drum-Taps: The Complete 1865 Edition”, p.101, New York Review of Books

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

Animal, Thinking, People

Walt Whitman (2013). “Walt Whitman's Song of Myself: A Sourcebook and Critical Edition”, p.169, Routledge

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

Inspirational, Garden, Giving

'Give me the splendid silent sun'

Where the earth is, we are.

Environmental, Earth

Why who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know nothing else but miracles, whether they be animals feeding in the fields, Or, birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; These, with the rest, one and all, are to me, miracles.

Stars, Spring, Moon

Walt Whitman, “Miracles”

Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.

Deep Water, Soul, Risk

Walt Whitman (2013). “Leaves of Grass”, p.655, Simon and Schuster

The greatest country, the richest country, is not that which has the most capitalists, monopolists, immense grabbings, vast fortunes, with its sad, sad soil of extreme, degrading, damning poverty, but the land in which there are the most homesteads, freeholds - where wealth does not show such contrasts high and low, where all men have enough - a modest living- and no man is made possessor beyond the sane and beautiful necessities.

Beautiful, Country, Men

I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .

Lost Love, Thinking, Lost

Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.

Light, Vices, World

We convince by our presence.

Inspirational, Life, Time

Walt Whitman (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Walt Whitman (Illustrated)”, p.323, Delphi Classics

Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.

Book, School, Eye

Walt Whitman (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Walt Whitman (Illustrated)”, p.20, Delphi Classics

There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now; And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Perfection, Heaven, Age

Walt Whitman (1855). “Leaves of Grass”, p.14

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

Leaves Of Grass, Shows, Smallest

Walt Whitman (2016). “Song of Myself: With a Complete Commentary”, p.25, University of Iowa Press

All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it

Waiting, Delivery, All Things

Walt Whitman, Gary David Comstock (2004). “Whitman: The Mystic Poets”, p.73, SkyLight Paths Publishing

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy.

Joy, Madness, Hours

Walt Whitman (1947). “Leaves of Grass”

All truths wait in all things.

Waiting, Leaves Of Grass, All Things

Walt Whitman, Gary David Comstock (2004). “Whitman: The Mystic Poets”, p.72, SkyLight Paths Publishing

Re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Daughter, Mother, Book

"Specimen Days & Collect".

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

Music, Baritones, Instruments

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

this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, night, sleep, death and the stars.

Art, Stars, Book

Walt Whitman, Harold Bloom (2003). “Selected Poems”, p.204, Library of America

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

Men, Hands, Leaves Of Grass

Walt Whitman, “To You”

I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.

Ocean, Sleep, Storm

Walt Whitman (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867”, p.288, NYU Press

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.

Children, Revenge, Mean

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results, And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death, And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

Beautiful, Profound, Perfect

Walt Whitman (1991). “Selected Poems”, p.8, Courier Corporation

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.

Writing, Life Is, Heartbeat

Walt Whitman (2012). “Memoranda During the War: Civil War Journals, 1863-1865”, p.5, Courier Corporation

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