A batter'd wrecke'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows, twelve dreary months, - Prayer of Columbus

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A batter'd wrecke'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows, twelve dreary months, - Prayer of Columbus
Low-hanging moon! What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow? O it is the shape, the shape of my mate! O moon do not keep her from me any longer
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Victory, union, faith, identity, time, The indissoluble compacts, riches, mystery, Eternal progress, the kosmos, and the modern reports
Starting from Paumanok
As I wend to the shores I know not, As I list to the dirge, the voices of men and women wreck'd,
As I Ebb'd with the Ocean of Life
I see a beautiful gigantic swimmer swimming naked through the eddies of the sea,
The Sleepers
How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries?
I Sing the Body Electric
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco while his eyes blurr with the manuscript;
Song of Myself
For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
Song of Myself
The flags of all nations, the falling of them at sunset,
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.
Song of Myself
Lo soul, the retrospect brought forward the old, most populous, wealthiest of earth's lands
Passage to India
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me,
Song of the Open Road
My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips thick in the pores of my skin,
Song of Myself
Cutters down of wood and haulers of it to the Penobscot or Kennebec,
Song of the Broad Axe
The barbarians of Africa and Asia are not nothing, The perpetual successions of shallow people are not nothing as they go.
To Think of Time
I saw an old general at bay, (Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,)
I Saw an Old General at Bay
Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister? I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me,
Song of Myself