This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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chapter-002 | it said, Knowst thou not there is but one theme for ever- enduring bards? |
chapter-009 | And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life? |
chapter-009 | When I Read the Book When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then( said I) what the author calls a mans life? |
chapter-019 | What Place Is Besieged? |
chapter-019 | What place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege? |
chapter-023 | And why should I not speak to you? |
chapter-023 | To You Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? |
chapter-031 | What is all else to us? |
chapter-031 | what is it to us what the rest do or think? |
chapter-035 | ( What is this that frees me so in storms? |
chapter-035 | What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?) |
chapter-040 | I Am He That Aches with Love I am he that aches with amorous love; Does the earth gravitate? |
chapter-040 | does not all matter, aching, attract all matter? |
chapter-044 | And why is it yet unfound?) |
chapter-049 | Who is he that would become my follower? |
chapter-049 | Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections? |
chapter-051 | And who but I should be the poet of comrades?) |
chapter-051 | These I Singing in Spring These I singing in spring collect for lovers,( For who but I should understand lovers and all their sorrow and joy? |
chapter-039 | Is it because if you continued beyond the swift moment you would soon certainly kill me? |
chapter-039 | O why do you now cease? |
chapter-039 | O why sting me for a swift moment only? |
chapter-039 | Why can you not continue? |
chapter-039 | why do you tantalize me thus? |
chapter-066 | or what with the destruction of them?) |
chapter-057 | Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me? |
chapter-057 | Are you the new person drawn toward me? |
chapter-057 | Do you see no further than this facade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me? |
chapter-057 | Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man? |
chapter-057 | Do you think I am trusty and faithful? |
chapter-057 | Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover? |
chapter-057 | Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloyd satisfaction? |
chapter-057 | Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion? |
chapter-057 | To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal? |
chapter-026 | 13 Was somebody asking to see the soul? |
chapter-026 | 8 What are you doing young man? |
chapter-026 | 9 What do you seek so pensive and silent? |
chapter-026 | All hold spiritual joys and afterwards loosen them; How can the real body ever die and be buried? |
chapter-026 | And who but I should be the poet of comrades? |
chapter-026 | Are you so earnest, so given up to literature, science, art, amours? |
chapter-026 | Daughter of the lands did you wait for your poet? |
chapter-026 | Dear son do you think it is love? |
chapter-026 | Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand? |
chapter-026 | For your life adhere to me,( I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself really to you, but what of that? |
chapter-026 | In the name of these States shall I scorn the antique? |
chapter-026 | Must not Nature be persuaded many times?) |
chapter-026 | These ostensible realities, politics, points? |
chapter-026 | What do you need camerado? |
chapter-026 | Your ambition or business whatever it may be? |
chapter-077 | Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? |
chapter-077 | The battle- ship, perfect- modeld, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to- day under full sail? |
chapter-077 | The splendors of the past day? |
chapter-077 | What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? |
chapter-077 | What think you I take my pen in hand to record? |
chapter-077 | or the splendor of the night that envelops me? |
chapter-095 | How can I but as here chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States? |
chapter-095 | how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am? |
chapter-093 | A man is a summons and challenge,( It is vain to skulk-- do you hear that mocking and laughter? |
chapter-093 | A young man comes to me bearing a message from his brother, How shall the young man know the whether and when of his brother? |
chapter-093 | He says indifferently and alike How are you friend? |
chapter-093 | do you hear the ironical echoes?) |
chapter-110 | Is it a dream? |
chapter-032 | ( Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace back through the centuries?) |
chapter-032 | And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul? |
chapter-032 | And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul? |
chapter-032 | And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead? |
chapter-032 | Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant? |
chapter-032 | Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all over the earth? |
chapter-032 | Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight? |
chapter-032 | Have you ever loved the body of a man? |
chapter-032 | Have you ever loved the body of a woman? |
chapter-032 | Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? |
chapter-032 | How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries? |
chapter-032 | Is it one of the dull- faced immigrants just landed on the wharf? |
chapter-032 | The mans body is sacred and the womans body is sacred, No matter who it is, it is sacred-- is it the meanest one in the laborers gang? |
chapter-032 | Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves? |
chapter-032 | or the fool that corrupted her own live body? |
chapter-115 | ( Remember you surging Manhattans crowds as you passd with your cortege of nobles? |
chapter-115 | As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this chant, What am I myself but one of your meteors? |
chapter-116 | ( Have I forgotten any part? |
chapter-116 | any thing in the past? |
chapter-123 | To the Man- of- War- Bird Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renewd on thy prodigious pinions,( Burst the wild storm? |
chapter-113 | Could I wish humanity different? |
chapter-113 | Could I wish the people made of wood and stone? |
chapter-113 | Or that there be no justice in destiny or time? |
chapter-113 | Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long- accrued retribution? |
chapter-125 | Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars? |
chapter-125 | Then dearest child mournest thou only for jupiter? |
chapter-122 | What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouchd there on the sand? |
chapter-122 | that form in the dark, with tears? |
chapter-118 | Here the children straying westward so long? |
chapter-118 | Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while unknown, for you, for reasons? |
chapter-118 | Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long? |
chapter-118 | so wide the tramping? |
chapter-101 | 4 But hold-- dont I forget my manners? |
chapter-101 | 5 We do not blame thee elder World, nor really separate ourselves from thee,( Would the son separate himself from the father?) |
chapter-101 | And lives and works, what are they all at last, except the roads to faith and death?) |
chapter-101 | But that she s left them all-- and here? |
chapter-101 | None separate from thee-- henceforth One only, we and thou,( For the blood of the children, what is it, only the blood maternal? |
chapter-101 | Nor shades of Virgil and Dante, nor myriad memories, poems, old associations, magnetize and hold on to her? |
chapter-101 | To introduce the stranger,( what else indeed do I live to chant for?) |
chapter-101 | can I believe then, Those ancient temples, sculptures classic, could none of them retain her? |
chapter-129 | is that a wreck? |
chapter-129 | is the red signal flaring?) |
chapter-133 | Is the house shut? |
chapter-133 | is the master away? |
chapter-134 | A Hand- Mirror Hold it up sternly-- see this it sends back,( who is it? |
chapter-134 | is it you?) |
chapter-140 | so sad, recurring-- What good amid these, O me, O life? |
chapter-114 | ( Who are you? |
chapter-114 | I give nothing as duties, What others give as duties I give as living impulses,( Shall I give the hearts action as a duty?) |
chapter-114 | Let others dispose of questions, I dispose of nothing, I arouse unanswerable questions, Who are they I see and touch, and what about them? |
chapter-114 | What about these likes of myself that draw me so close by tender directions and indirections? |
chapter-114 | Will you turn aside all your life? |
chapter-114 | and what are you secretly guilty of all your life? |
chapter-114 | will you grub and chatter all your life? |
chapter-120 | ( said the boys soul,) Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? |
chapter-120 | Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands? |
chapter-120 | What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow? |
chapter-120 | What is that little black thing I see there in the white? |
chapter-120 | do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers? |
chapter-120 | or is it really to me? |
chapter-143 | why to advertise for them? |
chapter-107 | 4 These to echo the tones of souls and the phrases of souls,( If they did not echo the phrases of souls what were they then? |
chapter-107 | A Song of the Rolling Earth 1 A song of the rolling earth, and of words according, Were you thinking that those were the words, those upright lines? |
chapter-107 | If they had not reference to you in especial what were they then?) |
chapter-107 | To bear, to better, lacking these of what avail am I? |
chapter-107 | Were you thinking that those were the words, those delicious sounds out of your friends mouths? |
chapter-107 | Will you rot your own fruit in yourself there? |
chapter-107 | Will you squat and stifle there?) |
chapter-107 | those curves, angles, dots? |
chapter-087 | 3 What do you hear Walt Whitman? |
chapter-087 | 4 What do you see Walt Whitman? |
chapter-087 | What are the mountains calld that rise so high in the mists? |
chapter-087 | What climes? |
chapter-087 | What myriads of dwellings are they filld with dwellers? |
chapter-087 | What rivers are these? |
chapter-087 | What waves and soils exuding? |
chapter-087 | What widens within you Walt Whitman? |
chapter-087 | Who are the girls? |
chapter-087 | Who are the groups of old men going slowly with their arms about each others necks? |
chapter-087 | Who are the infants, some playing, some slumbering? |
chapter-087 | Who are they you salute, and that one after another salute you? |
chapter-087 | what forests and fruits are these? |
chapter-087 | what persons and cities are here? |
chapter-087 | who are the married women? |
chapter-091 | 5 What is it then between us? |
chapter-091 | 8 Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than mast- hemmd Manhattan? |
chapter-091 | River and sunset and scallop- edgd waves of flood- tide? |
chapter-091 | The sea- gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay- boat in the twilight, and the belated lighter? |
chapter-091 | We understand then do we not? |
chapter-091 | What I promisd without mentioning it, have you not accepted? |
chapter-091 | What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as approach? |
chapter-091 | What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face? |
chapter-091 | What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us? |
chapter-091 | What the study could not teach-- what the preaching could not accomplish is accomplishd, is it not? |
chapter-091 | Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you? |
chapter-091 | Who knows but I am enjoying this? |
chapter-091 | Who knows, for all the distance, but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you can not see me? |
chapter-091 | Who was to know what should come home to me? |
chapter-097 | Joy of sweet music, joy of the lighted ball- room and the dancers? |
chapter-097 | Joy of the glad light- beaming day, joy of the wide- breathd games? |
chapter-097 | Joy of the plenteous dinner, strong carouse and drinking? |
chapter-097 | Joys of the dear companions and of the merry word and laughing face? |
chapter-097 | Joys of the free and lonesome heart, the tender, gloomy heart? |
chapter-097 | Joys of the solitary walk, the spirit bowd yet proud, the suffering and the struggle? |
chapter-097 | Joys of the thought of Death, the great spheres Time and Space? |
chapter-097 | Knowist thou the excellent joys of youth? |
chapter-097 | Knowist thou the joys of pensive thought? |
chapter-097 | Prophetic joys of better, loftier loves ideals, the divine wife, the sweet, eternal, perfect comrade? |
chapter-097 | The agonistic throes, the ecstasies, joys of the solemn musings day or night? |
chapter-097 | What attractions are these beyond any before? |
chapter-097 | What beauty is this that descends upon me and rises out of me? |
chapter-097 | what bloom more than the bloom of youth? |
chapter-132 | But there is one thing that belongs here-- shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston? |
chapter-132 | Does the ague convulse your limbs? |
chapter-132 | Is this hour with the living too dead for you? |
chapter-132 | What troubles you Yankee phantoms? |
chapter-132 | Worse and worse-- cant you stand it? |
chapter-132 | are you retreating? |
chapter-132 | do you mistake your crutches for firelocks and level them? |
chapter-132 | what is all this chattering of bare gums? |
chapter-111 | Are there some of us to droop and die? |
chapter-111 | Come my tan- faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? |
chapter-111 | Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? |
chapter-111 | Do the feasters gluttonous feast? |
chapter-111 | Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas? |
chapter-111 | Has the night descended? |
chapter-111 | Have the elder races halted? |
chapter-111 | Was the road of late so toilsome? |
chapter-111 | did we stop discouraged nodding on our way? |
chapter-111 | has the hour come? |
chapter-111 | have they lockd and bolted doors? |
chapter-111 | have you your sharp- edged axes? |
chapter-099 | ( Whom have you slaughterd lately European headsman? |
chapter-099 | Do you think a great city endures? |
chapter-099 | Or a teeming manufacturing state? |
chapter-099 | Or hotels of granite and iron? |
chapter-099 | What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute- books, now? |
chapter-099 | What do you think endures? |
chapter-099 | What is your money- making now? |
chapter-099 | What is your respectability now? |
chapter-099 | Where are your cavils about the soul now? |
chapter-099 | Where are your jibes of being now? |
chapter-099 | Whose is that blood upon you so wet and sticky?) |
chapter-099 | or a prepared constitution? |
chapter-099 | or any chef- duvres of engineering, forts, armaments? |
chapter-099 | or the best built steamships? |
chapter-099 | what can it do now? |
chapter-155 | Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour Hast never come to thee an hour, A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth? |
chapter-155 | These eager business aims-- books, politics, art, amours, To utter nothingness? |
chapter-158 | Forms, colors, densities, odors-- what is it in me that corresponds with them? |
chapter-158 | Locations and Times Locations and times-- what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home? |
chapter-168 | Then the Mother of All with calm voice speaking, As to you Rebellious,( I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me, and why seek my life? |
chapter-168 | When you yourself forever provide to defend me? |
chapter-160 | Are those really Congressmen? |
chapter-160 | To The States[ To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad] Why reclining, interrogating? |
chapter-160 | What deepening twilight- scum floating atop of the waters, Who are they as bats and night- dogs askant in the capitol? |
chapter-160 | are those the great Judges? |
chapter-160 | is that the President? |
chapter-160 | why myself and all drowsing? |
chapter-164 | Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets; Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? |
chapter-164 | Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge? |
chapter-164 | Would the talkers be talking? |
chapter-164 | no sleepers must sleep in those beds, No bargainers bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- would they continue? |
chapter-164 | would the singer attempt to sing? |
chapter-175 | Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing?) |
chapter-167 | Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds? |
chapter-167 | What, to passions I witness around me to- day? |
chapter-167 | What, to pavements and homesteads here, what were those storms of the mountains and sea? |
chapter-167 | was the sea risen? |
chapter-178 | Then to the second I step-- and who are you my child and darling? |
chapter-178 | Who are you my dear comrade? |
chapter-178 | Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? |
chapter-166 | And what does it say to me all the while? |
chapter-166 | Child: Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger? |
chapter-166 | With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death? |
chapter-166 | what are you? |
chapter-170 | And is this the ground Washington trod? |
chapter-170 | And these waters I listlessly daily cross, are these the waters he crossd, As resolute in defeat as other generals in their proudest triumphs? |
chapter-170 | Do you hear the clank of the muskets? |
chapter-170 | Who do you think that was marching steadily sternly confronting death? |
chapter-170 | Why do you tremble and clutch my hand so convulsively? |
chapter-170 | Why what comes over you now old man? |
chapter-181 | And sullen hymns of defeat? |
chapter-181 | said I to myself, Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled? |
chapter-089 | ( I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always drop fruit as I pass;) What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers? |
chapter-089 | Do you know the talk of those turning eye- balls? |
chapter-089 | Do you say I am already prepared, I am well- beaten and undenied, adhere to me? |
chapter-089 | Do you say Venture not-- if you leave me you are lost? |
chapter-089 | Have the past struggles succeeded? |
chapter-089 | Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashiond, it is apropos; Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers? |
chapter-089 | I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself? |
chapter-089 | Nature? |
chapter-089 | O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me? |
chapter-089 | Only the kernel of every object nourishes; Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me? |
chapter-089 | Shall we stick by each other as long as we live? |
chapter-089 | What gives me to be free to a womans and mans good- will? |
chapter-089 | What has succeeded? |
chapter-089 | What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side? |
chapter-089 | What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk by and pause? |
chapter-089 | Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me? |
chapter-089 | Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? |
chapter-089 | Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me? |
chapter-089 | Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank? |
chapter-089 | these thoughts in the darkness why are they? |
chapter-089 | what gives them to be free to mine? |
chapter-089 | will you come travel with me? |
chapter-089 | your nation? |
chapter-089 | yourself? |
chapter-182 | What stays with you latest and deepest? |
chapter-182 | of curious panics, Of hard- fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains? |
chapter-182 | the other was equally brave;) Now be witness again, paint the mightiest armies of earth, Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us? |
chapter-186 | ( Were you looking to be held together by lawyers? |
chapter-186 | Or by an agreement on a paper? |
chapter-186 | or by arms? |
chapter-189 | Are the things so strange and marvelous you see or have seen? |
chapter-189 | Ethiopia Saluting the Colors Who are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, With your woolly- white and turband head, and bare bony feet? |
chapter-189 | What is it fateful woman, so blear, hardly human? |
chapter-189 | Why rising by the roadside here, do you the colors greet? |
chapter-189 | Why wag your head with turban bound, yellow, red and green? |
chapter-199 | Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow? |
chapter-199 | Did you seek the civilians peaceful and languishing rhymes? |
chapter-199 | To a Certain Civilian Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me? |
chapter-206 | 10 O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? |
chapter-206 | 11 O what shall I hang on the chamber walls? |
chapter-206 | And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? |
chapter-206 | And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love? |
chapter-206 | And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls, To adorn the burial- house of him I love? |
chapter-206 | Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? |
chapter-215 | Askd room those flushd immortal ranks, the first forth- stepping armies? |
chapter-216 | Men and women crowding fast in the streets, if they are not flashes and specks what are they? |
chapter-220 | Did we think victory great? |
chapter-221 | Are those billions of men really gone? |
chapter-221 | Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone? |
chapter-221 | Did they achieve nothing for good for themselves? |
chapter-221 | Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us? |
chapter-105 | 5 Will the whole come back then? |
chapter-105 | 6 Will you seek afar off? |
chapter-105 | All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it,( Did you think it was in the white or gray stone? |
chapter-105 | Can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking- glass? |
chapter-105 | Does all sit there with you, with the mystic unseen soul? |
chapter-105 | Have you reckond that the landscape took substance and form that it might be painted in a picture? |
chapter-105 | Have you reckond them for your trade or farm- work? |
chapter-105 | Is it you that thought the President greater than you? |
chapter-105 | Is it you then that thought yourself less? |
chapter-105 | Old institutions, these arts, libraries, legends, collections, and the practice handed along in manufactures, will we rate them so high? |
chapter-105 | Or men and women that they might be written of, and songs sung? |
chapter-105 | Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables, or agriculture itself? |
chapter-105 | Or the attraction of gravity, and the great laws and harmonious combinations and the fluids of the air, as subjects for the savans? |
chapter-105 | Or the brown land and the blue sea for maps and charts? |
chapter-105 | Or the rich better off than you? |
chapter-105 | Or the stars to be put in constellations and named fancy names? |
chapter-105 | Or to achieve yourself a position? |
chapter-105 | Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise statesman, what would it amount to? |
chapter-105 | Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that satisfy you? |
chapter-105 | Were all educations practical and ornamental well displayd out of me, what would it amount to? |
chapter-105 | Why what have you thought of yourself? |
chapter-105 | Will we rate our cash and business high? |
chapter-105 | is there nothing greater or more? |
chapter-105 | or for the profits of your store? |
chapter-105 | or the educated wiser than you? |
chapter-105 | or the lines of the arches and cornices?) |
chapter-105 | or to fill a gentlemans leisure, or a ladys leisure? |
chapter-222 | Did you guess any thing lived only its moment? |
chapter-224 | and what is this in it and from it? |
chapter-225 | Outlines for a Tomb[ G. P., Buried 1870] 1 What may we chant, O thou within this tomb? |
chapter-225 | What tablets, outlines, hang for thee, O millionnaire? |
chapter-229 | Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chaind with iron, or my ankles with iron? |
chapter-229 | You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs or obscene in your rooms, Who am I that I should call you more obscene than myself? |
chapter-234 | Miracles Why, who makes much of a miracle? |
chapter-219 | Are they not continually putting distemperd corpses within you? |
chapter-219 | How can you be alive you growths of spring? |
chapter-219 | How can you furnish health you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain? |
chapter-219 | Is not every continent workd over and over with sour dead? |
chapter-219 | O how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken? |
chapter-219 | Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations? |
chapter-219 | Where have you disposed of their carcasses? |
chapter-219 | Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat? |
chapter-230 | And that that is what the oldest and newest myths finally mean? |
chapter-230 | And that there is no God any more divine than Yourself? |
chapter-230 | And that you or any one must approach creations through such laws? |
chapter-230 | What do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways, but that man or woman is as good as God? |
chapter-230 | What do you suppose creation is? |
chapter-230 | What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior? |
chapter-236 | To a Pupil Is reform needed? |
chapter-236 | do you not see how it would serve to have eyes, blood, complexion, clean and sweet? |
chapter-236 | is it through you? |
chapter-238 | To you your name also; Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name? |
chapter-238 | What Am I After All What am I after all but a child, pleasd with the sound of my own name? |
chapter-227 | 2 O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices? |
chapter-227 | All waits for the right voices; Where is the practisd and perfect organ? |
chapter-227 | Come duly to the divine power to speak words? |
chapter-227 | Do you move in these broad lands as broad as they? |
chapter-227 | from physique? |
chapter-227 | from vigorous practice? |
chapter-227 | where is the developd soul? |
chapter-241 | Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? |
chapter-241 | Who Learns My Lesson Complete? |
chapter-241 | Who learns my lesson complete? |
chapter-250 | Here the tableaus of life, and here the groupings of death; Here, do you know this? |
chapter-249 | ( the ultimate human problem never solving,) The gift of perfect women fit for thee-- what if that gift of gifts thou lackest? |
chapter-249 | The mothers fit for thee? |
chapter-249 | The towering feminine of thee? |
chapter-249 | the beauty, health, completion, fit for thee? |
chapter-246 | And you America, Cast you the real reckoning for your present? |
chapter-246 | Only a lot of boys and girls? |
chapter-246 | Only a public school? |
chapter-246 | Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering classes? |
chapter-246 | The lights and shadows of your future, good or evil? |
chapter-253 | Hearest those shouts of a conquering army? |
chapter-253 | seest thou in powder- smoke the banners torn but flying? |
chapter-253 | the rout of the baffled? |
chapter-257 | And these things I see suddenly, what mean they? |
chapter-257 | Is it the prophets thought I speak, or am I raving? |
chapter-257 | What do I know of life? |
chapter-257 | what of myself? |
chapter-265 | the measureless waters of human tears?) |
chapter-266 | what were God?) |
chapter-271 | When shows break up what but Ones- Self is sure? |
chapter-273 | Or coming in, to avoid the bars and follow the channel a perfect pilot needs? |
chapter-273 | What Ship Puzzled at Sea What ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning? |
chapter-259 | And the murderd person, how does he sleep? |
chapter-259 | What are you doing you ruffianly red- trickled waves? |
chapter-259 | Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you? |
chapter-259 | Will you kill the courageous giant? |
chapter-259 | already what was it touchd me? |
chapter-259 | will you kill him in the prime of his middle age? |
chapter-278 | Are souls drownd and destroyd so? |
chapter-278 | Is only matter triumphant? |
chapter-287 | 2 Do you suppose I could be content with all if I thought them their own finale? |
chapter-287 | 3 Features of my equals would you trick me with your creasd and cadaverous march? |
chapter-292 | Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? |
chapter-292 | Where has faild a perfect return indifferent of lies or the truth? |
chapter-292 | or in the meat and blood? |
chapter-292 | or in the spirit of man? |
chapter-296 | Of the President with pale face asking secretly to himself, What will the people say at last? |
chapter-299 | Nor think we forget thee maternal; Lagdst thou so long? |
chapter-299 | shall the clouds close again upon thee? |
chapter-300 | By Broad Potomacs Shore By broad Potomacs shore, again old tongue,( Still uttering, still ejaculating, canst never cease this babble?) |
chapter-305 | The lyrists measurd beat, the wrought- out temples grace-- column and polishd arch forgot? |
chapter-305 | To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse? |
chapter-306 | Then my realities; What else is so real as mine? |
chapter-309 | Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us? |
chapter-309 | must all then amount to but this? |
chapter-262 | Do you suspect death? |
chapter-262 | Have you dreaded these earth- beetles? |
chapter-262 | Have you feard the future would be nothing to you? |
chapter-262 | Have you guessd you yourself would not continue? |
chapter-262 | Is to- day nothing? |
chapter-262 | Or with your mother and sisters? |
chapter-262 | To think how much pleasure there is, Do you enjoy yourself in the city? |
chapter-262 | Your farm, profits, crops-- to think how engrossd you are, To think there will still be farms, profits, crops, yet for you of what avail? |
chapter-262 | if I were to suspect death I should die now, Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well- suited toward annihilation? |
chapter-262 | is the beginningless past nothing? |
chapter-262 | or engaged in business? |
chapter-262 | or in womanly housework? |
chapter-262 | or planning a nomination and election? |
chapter-262 | or the beautiful maternal cares? |
chapter-262 | or with your wife and family? |
chapter-317 | is it too only halting awhile, Till night and sleep pass over?) |
chapter-310 | Are all nations communing? |
chapter-310 | Is humanity forming en- masse? |
chapter-310 | are the acts suitable to them closed?) |
chapter-310 | is there going to be but one heart to the globe? |
chapter-322 | And what are those of life but for Death? |
chapter-322 | Portals What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the Unknown? |
chapter-325 | Camerado, this is no book, Who touches this touches a man,( Is it night? |
chapter-325 | Is there a single final farewell? |
chapter-325 | What is there more, that I lag and pause and crouch extended with unshut mouth? |
chapter-325 | are we here together alone?) |
chapter-294 | Excelsior Who has gone farthest? |
chapter-294 | O I think it is I-- I think no one was ever happier than I, And who has lavishd all? |
chapter-294 | for I do not believe any one possesses a more perfect or enamourd body than mine, And who thinks the amplest thoughts? |
chapter-294 | for I know what it is to receive the passionate love of many friends, And who possesses a perfect and enamourd body? |
chapter-294 | for I lavish constantly the best I have, And who proudest? |
chapter-294 | for I think I have reason to be the proudest son alive-- for I am the son of the brawny and tall- topt city, And who has been bold and true? |
chapter-294 | for I would be more cautious, And who has been happiest? |
chapter-294 | for I would be the boldest and truest being of the universe, And who benevolent? |
chapter-294 | for I would be the most just person of the earth, And who most cautious? |
chapter-294 | for I would go farther, And who has been just? |
chapter-294 | for I would show more benevolence than all the rest, And who has receivd the love of the most friends? |
chapter-294 | for I would surround those thoughts, And who has made hymns fit for the earth? |
chapter-335 | My Canary Bird Did we count great, O soul, to penetrate the themes of mighty books, Absorbing deep and full from thoughts, plays, speculations? |
chapter-336 | Or haply cut me short for good? |
chapter-336 | Or leave me here as now, Dull, parrot- like and old, with crackd voice harping, screeching? |
chapter-336 | Or placid skies and sun? |
chapter-336 | Queries to My Seventieth Year Approaching, nearing, curious, Thou dim, uncertain spectre-- bringest thou life or death? |
chapter-336 | Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier? |
chapter-336 | Wilt stir the waters yet? |
chapter-359 | Life Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man;( Have former armies faild? |
chapter-346 | What central heart-- and you the pulse-- vivifies all? |
chapter-346 | What subtle indirection and significance in you? |
chapter-346 | what Capellas? |
chapter-346 | what Sirius? |
chapter-346 | what boundless aggregate of all? |
chapter-346 | what clue to all in you? |
chapter-346 | what fluid, vast identity, Holding the universe with all its parts as one-- as sailing in a ship? |
chapter-367 | The Voice of the Rain And who art thou? |
chapter-028 | 20 Who goes there? |
chapter-028 | 27 To be in any form, what is that? |
chapter-028 | 28 Is this then a touch? |
chapter-028 | 35 Would you hear of an old- time sea- fight? |
chapter-028 | 39 The friendly and flowing savage, who is he? |
chapter-028 | 6 A child said What is the grass? |
chapter-028 | 7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? |
chapter-028 | And what do you think has become of the women and children? |
chapter-028 | Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded? |
chapter-028 | Did it make you ache so, leaving me? |
chapter-028 | Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy? |
chapter-028 | Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be workd over and rectified? |
chapter-028 | Do I astonish more than they? |
chapter-028 | Do I contradict myself? |
chapter-028 | Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? |
chapter-028 | Do you see O my brothers and sisters? |
chapter-028 | Do you take it I would astonish? |
chapter-028 | Does the daylight astonish? |
chapter-028 | Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? |
chapter-028 | Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? |
chapter-028 | Have you outstript the rest? |
chapter-028 | Have you practisd so long to learn to read? |
chapter-028 | Have you reckond a thousand acres much? |
chapter-028 | I am he attesting sympathy,( Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) |
chapter-028 | I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out- gallop them? |
chapter-028 | I hear the traind soprano( what work with hers is this?) |
chapter-028 | I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-- but is that all? |
chapter-028 | I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me? |
chapter-028 | I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them? |
chapter-028 | If our colors are struck and the fighting done? |
chapter-028 | In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-- but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes? |
chapter-028 | Iowa, Oregon, California? |
chapter-028 | Is he from the Mississippi country? |
chapter-028 | Is he some Southwesterner raisd out- doors? |
chapter-028 | Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it? |
chapter-028 | Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter? |
chapter-028 | Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? |
chapter-028 | Sermons, creeds, theology-- but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason? |
chapter-028 | The black ship maild with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-- but the pluck of the captain and engineers? |
chapter-028 | The clock indicates the moment-- but what does eternity indicate? |
chapter-028 | The mountains? |
chapter-028 | The saints and sages in history-- but you yourself? |
chapter-028 | The sky up there-- yet here or next door, or across the way? |
chapter-028 | The well- taken photographs-- but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms? |
chapter-028 | Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister? |
chapter-028 | What blurt is this about virtue and about vice? |
chapter-028 | What do you think has become of the young and old men? |
chapter-028 | What is a man anyhow? |
chapter-028 | Where are you off to, lady? |
chapter-028 | Which of the young men does she like the best? |
chapter-028 | Who has done his days work? |
chapter-028 | Who wishes to walk with me? |
chapter-028 | Why should I pray? |
chapter-028 | Why should I wish to see God better than this day? |
chapter-028 | Will you speak before I am gone? |
chapter-028 | Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? |
chapter-028 | and what is life? |
chapter-028 | and what is love? |
chapter-028 | are you the President? |
chapter-028 | does the early redstart twittering through the woods? |
chapter-028 | fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? |
chapter-028 | hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat? |
chapter-028 | have you reckond the earth much? |
chapter-028 | is he Kanadian? |
chapter-028 | or sailor from the sea? |
chapter-028 | prairie- life, bush- life? |
chapter-028 | what am I? |
chapter-028 | what are you doing? |
chapter-028 | what are you? |
chapter-028 | what have you to confide to me? |
chapter-028 | who will soonest be through with his supper? |
chapter-028 | why should I venerate and be ceremonious? |
chapter-028 | will you prove already too late? |
chapter-028 | you seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top- knot, what do you want? |
chapter-255 | ( Curious in time I stand, noting the efforts of heroes, Is the deferment long? |
chapter-255 | Ah who shall soothe these feverish children? |
chapter-255 | And who art thou sad shade? |
chapter-255 | Are thy wings plumed indeed for such far flights? |
chapter-255 | Disportest thou on waters such as those? |
chapter-255 | For others sake to suffer all? |
chapter-255 | For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past? |
chapter-255 | Greater than stars or suns, Bounding O soul thou journeyest forth; What love than thine and ours could wider amplify? |
chapter-255 | Have we not darkend and dazed ourselves with books long enough? |
chapter-255 | Have we not groveld here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes? |
chapter-255 | Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough? |
chapter-255 | Lies the seed unreckd for centuries in the ground? |
chapter-255 | Lo, soul, seest thou not Gods purpose from the first? |
chapter-255 | O soul, voyagest thou indeed on voyages like those? |
chapter-255 | Soundest below the Sanscrit and the Vedas? |
chapter-255 | Waitest not haply for us somewhere there the Comrade perfect?) |
chapter-255 | What aspirations, wishes, outvie thine and ours O soul? |
chapter-255 | What cheerful willingness for others sake to give up all? |
chapter-255 | What dreams of the ideal? |
chapter-255 | What is this earth to our affections? |
chapter-255 | Who Justify these restless explorations? |
chapter-255 | Who bind it to us? |
chapter-255 | Who speak the secret of impassive earth? |
chapter-255 | and Whither O mocking life? |
chapter-255 | are they not all the seas of God? |
chapter-255 | bitter the slander, poverty, death? |
chapter-255 | what is this separate Nature so unnatural? |
chapter-255 | what plans of purity, perfection, strength? |
chapter-371 | Have you not learnd great lessons from those who reject you, and brace themselves against you? |
chapter-371 | Stronger Lessons Have you learnd lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? |
chapter-371 | or who treat you with contempt, or dispute the passage with you? |
chapter-373 | What of the future?) |
chapter-377 | ( scaly and bare, like eagles talons,) But haply for some sunny day( who knows?) |
chapter-387 | Lingering Last Drops And whence and why come you? |
chapter-392 | Are the colors, vitalities, dead? |
chapter-392 | Hast thou then faded? |
chapter-392 | Is the odor exhaled? |
chapter-395 | ( Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) |
chapter-395 | Is there no shot left, For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, manifold silliness? |
chapter-395 | Nor for myself-- my own rebellious self in thee? |
chapter-395 | To the Pending Year Have I no weapon- word for thee-- some message brief and fierce? |
chapter-400 | Can I not know, identify thee? |
chapter-400 | Hast thou no soul? |
chapter-400 | Laws, all Astronomys last refinement? |
chapter-413 | The Unexpressd How dare one say it? |
chapter-414 | of what amount without thee?) |
chapter-408 | Has the estray wanderd far? |
chapter-408 | Is the reason- why strangely hidden? |
chapter-408 | Would you know the dissatisfaction? |
chapter-408 | Would you sound below the restless ocean of the entire world? |
chapter-408 | the invisible need of every seed? |
chapter-408 | the urge and spur of every life; The something never stilld-- never entirely gone? |
chapter-211 | ( Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful? |
chapter-211 | 12 Are you he who would assume a place to teach or be a poet here in the States? |
chapter-211 | 3 Have you thought there could be but a single supreme? |
chapter-211 | Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?) |
chapter-211 | Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life? |
chapter-211 | Are you faithful to things? |
chapter-211 | Are you not of some coterie? |
chapter-211 | Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls, fierce contentions? |
chapter-211 | Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside? |
chapter-211 | Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas? |
chapter-211 | Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity? |
chapter-211 | Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems behind them, and assumed the poems and processes of Democracy? |
chapter-211 | Does it answer universal needs? |
chapter-211 | Does it meet modern discoveries, calibres, facts, face to face? |
chapter-211 | Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here? |
chapter-211 | Does it sound with trumpet- voice the proud victory of the Union in that secession war? |
chapter-211 | Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians, literats, of enemies lands? |
chapter-211 | Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?) |
chapter-211 | Have real employments contributed to it? |
chapter-211 | Have you learnd the physiology, phrenology, politics, geography, pride, freedom, friendship of the land? |
chapter-211 | Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some ship? |
chapter-211 | Have you possessd yourself of the Federal Constitution? |
chapter-211 | Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities? |
chapter-211 | Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men? |
chapter-211 | Have you too the old ever- fresh forbearance and impartiality? |
chapter-211 | Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of these States? |
chapter-211 | I am he who walks the States with a barbd tongue, questioning every one I meet, Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew before? |
chapter-211 | Is it not a mere tale? |
chapter-211 | Is it not something that has been better told or done before? |
chapter-211 | Is it uniform with my country? |
chapter-211 | O lands, would you be freer than all that has ever been before? |
chapter-211 | These States, what are they except myself? |
chapter-211 | What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities? |
chapter-211 | What is this you bring my America? |
chapter-211 | What mocking and scornful negligence? |
chapter-211 | Who are you indeed who would talk or sing to America? |
chapter-211 | Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense? |
chapter-211 | Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face? |
chapter-211 | a prettiness?--Is the good old cause in it? |
chapter-211 | a rhyme? |
chapter-211 | after death you shall be superb, Justice, health, self- esteem, clear the way with irresistible power; How dare you place any thing before a man? |
chapter-211 | and for the errant? |
chapter-211 | animating now to life itself? |
chapter-211 | are you really of the whole People? |
chapter-211 | are you very strong? |
chapter-211 | do you teach what the land and sea, the bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, heroic angers, teach? |
chapter-211 | for the last- born? |
chapter-211 | its substratums and objects? |
chapter-211 | little and big? |
chapter-211 | original makers, not mere amanuenses? |
chapter-211 | some school or mere religion? |
chapter-211 | will it improve manners? |