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Additional Whitman Quotes
The question, O me! so sad, recurring–What good amid these, O me, O life? |
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I sat studying at the feet of the great masters, |
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I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough, |
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Daughter of the lands did you wait for your poet? |
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Logic and sermons never convince, |
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I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, |
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What do you think has become of the young and old men? They are all alive and well somewhere, All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash’d babe, and am not contained between my hat and boots, I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, |
*updated 9-29-01*