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Leaves of Grass (The Final Edition)
ОглавлениеOn Journeys Through the States
Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd
Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals
We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d
Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
Facing West from California’s Shores
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only
Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances
When I Heard at the Close of the Day
Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?
Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone
Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes
I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing
This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful
I Hear It Was Charged Against Me
When I Peruse the Conquer’d Fame
Here the Frailest Leaves of Me
What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
France [the 18th Year of these States
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life
Europe [The 72d and 73d Years of These States]
Roaming in Thought [After reading Hegel]
Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
To The States [To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad]
From Paumanok Starting I Fly Like a Bird
Song of the Banner at Daybreak
Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps
Come Up from the Fields Father
Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night
A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown
A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim
As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods
Year That Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me
Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun
Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice
How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]
As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado
Spirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865]
To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod
BOOK XXII. MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d
Hush’d Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865]
To a Foil’d European Revolutionaire
Outlines for a Tomb [G. P., Buried 1870]
