Walt Whitman Quotes about Heart

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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

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.

Walt Whitman

Lying, Eye, Heart

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

The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.

Walt Whitman

Heart, Moon, Light

Walt Whitman (1995). “Civil War Poetry and Prose”, p.21, Courier Corporation

In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed of perfection.

Walt Whitman

Heart, Perfection, Earth

1874 Leaves of Grass, 'Birds of Passage', 'Song of the Universal', Section 1.

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.

Walt Whitman

Strong, Flower, Heart

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

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

Walt Whitman

Summer, Morning, Heart

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.6, NYU Press