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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...
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.
Walt Whitman established his reputation as a poet in the late 1850s to early 1860s with the 1855 release of Leaves of Grass. Whitman intended to write a distinctly American epic and developed a free verse style inspired by the cadences of the King James Bible .
- Walt Whitman
- 1865
I Hear It Was Charged Against Me. The Prairie-Grass Dividing. We Two Boys Together Clinging. O Living Always—always Dying! When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame. A Glimpse. A Promise to California. Here, Sailor! Here the Frailest Leaves of Me.
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Works. xxx.00218. O Captain, My Captain. Below are all known versions of this work, organized by the section in which they appear on the Archive. Items. Section: Published Writings. Leaves of Grass (1867) WWA ID: ppp.00473. Subsection: Published Writings / Leaves of Grass. Date: 1867. O Captain! My Captain! WWA ID: ppp.00473_00677.
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. This poem is in the public domain. Born on May 31, 1819, Walt Whitman is the author of Leaves of Grass and, along with Emily Dickinson, is considered one of the architects of a uniquely American poetic voice.
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. 2 O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10 For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ...
