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INSCRIPTIONS.
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One's Self I Sing
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7
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As I Ponder'd in Silence
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7
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In Cabin'd Ships at Sea
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8
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To Foreign Lands
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9
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To a Historian
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10
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For Him I Sing
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10
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When I read the Book
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10
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Beginning my Studies
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11
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To Thee Old Cause!
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11
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Starting from Paumanok
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13
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The Ship Starting
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27
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Unfolded out of the Folds
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28
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To You
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28
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Walt Whitman
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29
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Laws for Creations
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96
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Visor'd
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96
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CHILDREN OF ADAM.
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To the Garden the World
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97
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From Pent-up Aching Rivers
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97
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I Sing the Body Electric
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100
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A Woman Waits for Me
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109
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Spontaneous Me
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111
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One Hour to Madness and Joy
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113
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We Two—How long We were Fool'd
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114
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Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd
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115
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Native Moments
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116
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Once I pass'd through a Populous City
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117
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Facing West from California's Shores
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117
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Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals
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118
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O Hymen! O Hymenee!
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118
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As Adam, Early in the Morning
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118
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I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ
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119
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I am He that Aches with Love
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119
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To Him that was Crucified
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120
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Perfections
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120
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CALAMUS.
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In Paths Untrodden
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121
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Scented Herbage of My Breast
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122
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Whoever You are, Holding me now in Hand
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124
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These, I Singing in Spring
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125
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A Song
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127
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Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast Only
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128
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Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances
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128
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The Base of all Metaphysics
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129
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Recorders Ages Hence
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130
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CALAMUS.
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When I heard at the Close of the Day
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131
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Are you the New person, drawn toward Me?
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132
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Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone
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132
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Not Heat Flames up and Consumes
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133
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Trickle, Drops
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134
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City of Orgies
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134
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Behold this Swarthy Face
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135
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I saw in Louisiana a Live Oak Growing
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135
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To a Stranger
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136
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This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful
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136
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I hear it was Charged against Me
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The Prairie-Grass Dividing
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We Two Boys Together Clinging
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A Promise to California
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138
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Here the Frailest Leaves of Me
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138
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When I peruse the Conquer'd Fame
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139
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What think You I take my Pen in Hand
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139
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A Glimpse
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140
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No Labor-Saving Machine
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A Leaf for Hand in Hand
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To the East and to the West
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141
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Earth! my Likeness
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141
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I Dream'd in a Dream
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141
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Fast Anchor'd, Eternal, O Love
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142
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Sometimes with One I Love
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142
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That Shadow my Likeness
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142
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Among the Multitude
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143
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To a Western Boy
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143
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O You Whom I Often and Silently come
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143
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Full of Life, Now
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144
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Salut an Monde
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A Child's Amaze
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153
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The Runner
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153
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Beautiful Women
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153
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Mother and Babe
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158
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Thought
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158
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American Feuillage
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159
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Song of the Broad-Axe
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Song of the Open Road
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LEAVES OF GRASS.
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I sit and Look Out
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189
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Me Imperturbe
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189
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As I lay with my Head in your Lap, Camerado
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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
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With Antecedents
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199
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THE ANSWERER.
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Now list to my Morning's Romanza
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201
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The Indications
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204
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Poets to Come
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I Hear America Singing
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207
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The City Dead House
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208
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A Farm-Picture
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Carol of Occupations
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209
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Thoughts
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218
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The Sleepers
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219
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Carol of Words
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231
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Ah Poverties, Wincings and Sulky Retreats
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238
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LEAVES OF GRASS.
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A Boston Ballad, 1854
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239
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Year of Meteors, 1859-'60
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241
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A Broadway Pageant
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243
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Suggestions
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248
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Great are the Myths
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249
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Thought
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252
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LEAVES OF GRASS.
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There was a Child went Forth
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Longings for Home
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255
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Think of the Soul
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257
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You Felons on Trial in Courts
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258
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To a Common Prostitute
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259
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I was Looking a Long While
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To a President
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To The States
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DRUM-TAPS.
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Drum-Taps
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1861
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Beat! Beat! Drums!
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From Paumanok Starting
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266
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Rise, O Days
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267
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City of Ships
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269
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The Centenarian's Story
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270
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An Army Corps on the March
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276
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Cavalry Crossing a Ford
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276
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Bivouac on a Mountain Side
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By the Bivouac's Fitful Flame
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277
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Come up from the Fields, Father
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Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field
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280
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A March in the Ranks, Hard-prest
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Sight in Camp
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Not the Pilot, &c.
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As Toilsome I Wander'd
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Year that Trembled
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284
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The Dresser
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285
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Long, too Long, O Land!
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288
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Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun
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288
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Dirge for Two Veterans
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290
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Over the Carnage
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292
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The Artilleryman's Vision
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293
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I saw Old General at Bay
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O Tan-faced Prairie Boy
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295
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Look Down, Fair Moon
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295
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Reconciliation
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295
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Spirit whose Work is Done
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296
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How Solemn as One by One
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297
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Not Youth Pertains to Me
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297
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To the Leaven'd Soil They Trod
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298
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LEAVES OF GRASS.
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Faces
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299
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Manhattan Streets I Saunter'd, Pondering
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303
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All is Truth
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307
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Voices
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308
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MARCHES NOW THE WAR IS OVER.
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As I sat Alone by Blue Ontario's shores
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309
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Pioneers! O Pioneers!
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Respondez!
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333
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Turn, O Libertad
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337
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Adieu to a Soldier
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337
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As I walk These Broad, Majestic Days
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338
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Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life
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339
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Race of Veterans
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340
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O Sun of Real Peace
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340
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LEAVES OF GRASS.
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This Compost
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341
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Unnamed Lands
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343
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Mannahatta
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345
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Old Ireland
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346
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To Oratists
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Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb
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348
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BATHED IN WAR'S PERFUME.
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Bathed in War's Perfume
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349
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Delicate Cluster
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349
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Song of the Banner at Day-Break
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Ethiopia Saluting the Colors
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357
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Lo! Victress on the Peaks
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358
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World, Take Good Notice
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358
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Thick-Sprinkled Bunting
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359
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A Hand-Mirror
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360
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Germs
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360
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LEAVES OF GRASS.
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O Me! O Life!
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361
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Thoughts
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361
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Beginners
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362
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SONGS OF INSURRECTION.
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Still, though the One I Sing
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363
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To a foil'd European Revolutionaire
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363
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France, the 18th year of These States
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365
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Europe, the 72d and 73d years of These States
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367
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Walt Whitman's Caution
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369
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To a Certain Cantatrice
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369
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LEAVES OF GRASS.
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To You
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SONGS OF PARTING.
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As the Time Draws Nigh
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373
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Years of the Modern
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373
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Thoughts
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Song at Sunset
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377
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When I heard the Learn'd Astronomer
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380
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To Rich Givers
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380
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Thought
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So Long
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