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Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain!

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1861 A Boston Ballad, 1854 A Broadway Pageant A Carol of Harvest, for 1867 A child said, What is the grass A Clear Midnight A Farm-Picture A Glimpse A Hand-Mirror A Leaf for Hand in Hand A March in the Ranks, Hard-prest A Noiseless Patient Spider A Paumanok Picture A Promise to California A Riddle Song A Sight in Camp A Song A Woman Waits for Me Aboard at a Ship’s Helm Adieu to a Soldier After the Sea-Ship Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals Ah Poverties, Wincings and Sulky Retreats All is Truth American Feuillage Among the Multitude An Army Corps on the March An Old Man’s Thought of School Apostroph Are You the New person, drawn toward Me? Artilleryman’s Vision As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free As Adam, Early in the Morning As At Thy Portals Also Death As Consequent, Etc. As I lay with Head in your Lap As I Ponder’d in Silence As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores As I sit with others As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days As I Watch’d the Ploughman Ploughing As if a Phantom Caress’d Me As the Time Draws Nigh As they draw to a close As Toilsome I Wander’d Ashes of Soldiers Assurances at Weeping Face Bathed in War’s Perfume Beat! Beat! Drums! Beautiful Women Beginners Beginning my Studies Behavior Behold this Swarthy Face Bivouac on a Mountain Side Brother of All, with Generous Hand By Broad Potomac’s Shore By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame Camps of Green Carol of Occupations Carol of Words Cavalry Crossing a Ford Centenarian’s Story Chanting the Square Deific City of Orgies City of Ships Come up from the Fields, Father Crossing Brooklyn Ferry Dalliance of the Eagles Darest Thou Now, O Soul Debris Delicate Cluster Despairing Cries Dirge for Two Veterans Drum-Taps Earth! my Likeness! Eidólons Elemental Drifts Ethiopia Saluting the Colors Europe, the 72d and 73d years of These States Excelsior Faces Facing West from California's Shores Fast Anchor’d, Eternal, O Love For Him I Sing France, the 18th year of These States From Far Dakota’s Cañons From My Last Years From Paumanok Starting From Pent-up Aching Rivers Full of Life, Now Germs Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun Gliding Over All Gods Great are the Myths Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour Here the Frailest Leaves of Me Here, Sailor Hours Continuing Long How Solemn as One by One Hush’d be the Camps Today I am He that Aches with Love I Dream’d in a Dream I Hear America Singing I hear it was Charged against Me I Heard the Mother of All I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ I saw Old General at Bay I Sing the Body Electric I Sit and Look Out I Thought I was not Alone I was Looking a Long While I will Take an Egg Out of the Robin’s Nest In Cabin’d Ships at Sea In Former Songs In Midnight Sleep In Paths Untrodden In the New Garden in all the Parts Inscription Italian Music in Dakota Joy, Shipmate, Joy! Kosmos Laws for Creations Lessons Locations and Times Long I Thought that Knowledge Long, too Long, O Land! Longings for Home Look Down, Fair Moon Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering Mannahatta Me Imperturbe Mediums Miracles Mother and Babe My Picture Gallery Myself and Mine Native Moments Night on The Prairies No Labor-Saving Machine Not Heat Flames up and Consumes Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast Only Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me Not the Pilot Not Youth Pertains to Me Now Finale to the Shore Now List to my Morning’s Romanza O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! O Captain! My Captain! O Hymen! O Hymenee! O Living Always - Always Dying O Me! O Life! O Star of France O Sun of Real Peace O Tan-faced Prairie Boy O You Whom I Often and Silently Come Of Him I Love Day and Night Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances Of the Visage of Things Offerings Old Ireland On Journeys Through The States On the Beach at Night, Alone Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City One Hour to Madness and Joy One Song, America, Before I Go One Sweeps By One’s-Self I Sing Or from that Sea of Time Others may Praise what They Like Out from Behind this Mask Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking Out of the Rolling Ocean Over the Carnage Passage to India Patroling Barnegat Pensive and Faltering Perfections Pioneers! O Pioneers! Poem of Joys Poem of Remembrance for a Girl or a Boy Poets to Come Portals Prayer of Columbus Primeval my Love for the Woman I Love Proud Music of The Storm Quicksand Years Race of Veterans Reconciliation Recorders Ages Hence Respondez! Rise, O Days Roaming in Thought Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone Salut au Monde Savantism Says Scented Herbage of My Breast Shut Not Your Doors Sing of the Banner at Day-Break So Far and So Far, and on Toward the End So Long Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb Sometimes with One I Love Song at Sunset Song for All Seas, All Ships Song of the Broad-Axe Song of the Exposition Song of the Open Road Song of the Redwood-Tree Song of the Universal Souvenirs of Democracy Spain 1873–’74 Sparkles from The Wheel Spirit That Form’d This Scene Spirit whose Work is Done Spontaneous Me Starting from Paumanok States! Still, though the One I Sing Tears Tests That Music Always Round Me That Shadow, my Likeness The Base of all Metaphysics The City Dead-House The Dresser The Indications The Last Invocation The Mystic Trumpeter The Ox Tamer The Prairie States The Prairie-Grass Dividing The Runner The Ship Starting The Singer in the Prison The Sleepers The Sobbing of The Bells The Torch The Untold Want The World Below the Brine The Wound-Dresser There was a Child went Forth These, I, Singing in Spring Thick-Sprinkled Bunting Think of the Soul This Compost This Day, O Soul This Dust was Once the Man This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling Thou Reader Thought of justice Thought of obedience Thought of Persons thought of what I write from myself Thoughts Thoughts of ownership To a Certain Cantatrice To a Certain Civilian To a Common Prostitute To a foil’d European Revolutionaire To a Historian To a Locomotive in Winter To a President To a Pupil To a Stranger To a Western Boy To Foreign Lands To Him that was Crucified To Old Age To One Shortly to Die To Oratists To Rich Givers To the East and to the West To the Garden the World To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod To the Man-of-War-Bird To the Reader at Parting To The States To Thee, Old Cause! To Think of Time To You To You Stranger To You Whoever you are Trickle, Drops Turn, O Libertad Two Rivulets Unfolded Out of the Folds Unnamed Lands Victress on the Peaks Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field Visor’d Voices Walt Whitman Walt Whitman’s Caution Wandering at Morn Warble for Lilac-Time We Two Boys Together Clinging We Two—How Long We were Fool’d Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life What am I, After All? What Best I See In Thee What General has a Good Army What Place is Besieged? What think You I take my Pen in Hand? When I heard at the Close of the Day When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame When I read the Book When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d Whispers of Heavenly Death Who is now Reading This? Who Learns My Lesson Complete? Whoever You are, Holding Me now in Hand With All Thy Gifts With Antecedents World, Take Good Notice Year of Meteors, 1859 ’60 Year that Trembled Years of the Modern Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours You Felons on Trial in Courts

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