John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Walt Whitman. (1819–1892) (continued) |
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| None has begun to think how divine he himself is and how certain the future is. |
| Starting from Paumanok. 7. |
| 7389 |
| I say the real and permanent grandeur of these States must be their religion. |
| Starting from Paumanok. 7. |
| 7390 |
| Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. |
| Starting from Paumanok. 12. |
| 7391 |
| I loafe and invite my soul. |
| Song of Myself. 1. |
| 7392 |
| I have no mockings or arguments; I witness and wait. |
| Song of Myself. 4. |
| 7393 |
| In the faces of men and women I see God. |
| Song of Myself. 48. |
| 7394 |
| I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. |
| Song of Myself. 52. |
| 7395 |
| I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, “Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country—I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.” |
| Salut au Monde. 6. |
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| Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth. |
| Salut au Monde. 11. |
| 7397 |
| The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman. |
| Song of the Broad-Axe. |
| 7398 |
| In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection. |
| Song of the Universal. 1. |
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| All, all for immortality, Love like the light silently wrapping all. |
| Song of the Universal. 4. |