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Walt Whitman Quotes - Page 9

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Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Tree, Walks, Walking

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.231, NYU Press

I dote on myself. There is a lot of me and all so luscious.

Simple, Simple Life

Walt Whitman, “Song Of Myself, XXIV”

The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Powerful, Dead Poets Society, Play

Walt Whitman (2016). “Leaves of Grass”, p.261, Xist Publishing

Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.

Stars, Night, Men

Walt Whitman (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867”, p.534, NYU Press

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.

Country, Leaves Of Grass, Poet

Walt Whitman (2009). “Democratic Vistas: The Original Edition in Facsimile”, p.34, University of Iowa Press

The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.

Book, Freedom Of Speech, Library

Walt Whitman, Walter Magnes Teller, Horace Traubel (1973). “Walt Whitman's Camden conversations”

Freedom - to walk free and own no superior.

Freedom, Journey, Hiking

I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.

Sports, Baseball, Games

Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.

Soul

Walt Whitman (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867”, p.435, NYU Press

Note, to-day, an instructive, curious spectacle and conflict. Science, (twin, in its fields, of Democracy in its)—Science, testing absolutely all thoughts, all works, has already burst well upon the world—a sun, mounting, most illuminating, most glorious—surely never again to set. But against it, deeply entrench'd, holding possession, yet remains, (not only through the churches and schools, but by imaginative literature, and unregenerate poetry,) the fossil theology of the mythic-materialistic, superstitious, untaught and credulous, fable-loving, primitive ages of humanity.

School, Humanity, Democracy

Walt Whitman (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Walt Whitman (Illustrated)”, p.1406, Delphi Classics

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

Healing, Dead Poets Society, Teens

Walt Whitman, “Song Of Myself, I, II, VI & LII”

The female that loves unrequited sleeps, And the male that loves unrequited sleeps, The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps, And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.

Unrequited Love, Sleep, Males

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.110, NYU Press

Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

Hands, Body, Not Afraid

Walt Whitman, Harold Bloom (2003). “Selected Poems”, p.16, Library of America

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

Fall, Judging, Judgement

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Death, Dying, Different

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

I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.

Leaves Of Grass, Hats, Please

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.25, NYU Press

My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.

Battle, Revolution, Rebellion

Walt Whitman (2013). “Walt Whitman: Selected Poems 1855-1892”, p.148, St. Martin's Press

To speak in literature with the perfect rectitude and insouciance of the movements of animals and the unimpeachable of the sentiment of trees in the woods and grass by the roadside is the flawless triumph of art.

Art, Animal, Perfect

Walt Whitman (1949). “The poetry and prose”

I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

Funny, Humor, Sticks

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.25, NYU Press

I am large, I contain multitudes

Stewardship, Multitudes

"Song of Myself " l. 1324 (written 1855)

My rule has been, so far as I could have any rule (I could have no cast-iron rule) - my rule has been, to write what I have to say the best way I can - then lay it aside - taking it up again after some time and reading it afresh - the mind new to it. If there's no jar in the new reading, well and good - that's sufficient for me.

Reading, Writing, Iron

Walt Whitman, Walter Magnes Teller, Horace Traubel (1973). “Walt Whitman's Camden conversations”

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

Fall, Good Day, Battle

'Song of Myself' (1855) st. 18

Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

Voice, Want, Lectures

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

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

Horse, Freedom, Soul

Walt Whitman (1861). “Leaves of Grass”, p.186

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

Night, Soul, Logic

Walt Whitman (2009). “The Americanness of Walt Whitman”, p.21, Wildside Press LLC

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