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  1. Leaves of Grass is a poetry collection by American poet Walt Whitman. Though it was first published in 1855, Whitman spent most of his professional life writing, rewriting, and expanding Leaves of Grass [1] until his death in 1892. Six or nine individual editions of Leaves of Grass were produced, depending on how they are distinguished. [2]

    • Walt Whitman, Malcolm Cowley
    • 1855
  2. I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing. To a Stranger. This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful. I Hear It Was Charged Against Me. The Prairie-Grass Dividing. When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame. We Two Boys Together Clinging. A Promise to California. Here the Frailest Leaves of Me.

  3. Learn about the history, themes, and literary devices of Whitman's masterpiece, Leaves of Grass, a collection of 383 poems that captures the essence of America. Explore the famous poems, such as \"Song of Myself,\" \"When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd,\" and \"I Hear America Singing.\"

  4. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) Ever with pleas’d smile I ...

  5. Apr 5, 2024 · Leaves of Grass, collection of poetry by American author Walt Whitman, first presented as a group of 12 poems published anonymously in 1855. It was followed by five revised and three reissued editions during the author’s lifetime.

    • Walt Whitman, Malcolm Cowley
    • 1855
  6. Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman is America’s world poet—a latter-day successor to Homer, Virgil, Dante, and Shakespeare. In Leaves of Grass (1855, 1891-2), he celebrated democracy, nature, love, and friendship. This monumental work chanted praises to the body as well as to the soul, and found beauty and reassurance even in death.

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  8. Oct 10, 2020 · LEAVES OF GRASS By Walt Whitman Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) Ever with pleas’d smile I may keep on, Ever and ever yet the verses owning—as, first, I here and now ...

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