Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Walt Whitman Poems

41. As If A Phantom Caress'D Me 12/31/2002
42. As The Time Draws Nigh 12/31/2002
43. As Toilsome I Wander'D 12/31/2002
44. As Toilsome I Wander'D Virginia's Woods 1/3/2003
45. Ashes Of Soldiers 12/31/2002
46. Assurances 12/31/2002
47. Bathed In War's Perfume 12/31/2002
48. Beat! Beat! Drums! 12/31/2002
49. Beautiful Women 12/31/2002
50. Beginners 12/31/2002
51. Beginning My Studies 12/31/2002
52. Behavior 12/31/2002
53. Behold This Swarthy Face 12/31/2002
54. Bivouac On A Mountain Side 1/3/2003
55. Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand 12/31/2002
56. By Broad Potomac's Shore 12/31/2002
57. By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame 12/31/2002
58. Camps Of Green 12/31/2002
59. Carol Of Occupations 12/31/2002
60. Carol Of Words 12/31/2002
61. Cavalry Crossing A Ford 12/31/2002
62. Chanting The Square Deific 12/31/2002
63. City Of Orgies 12/31/2002
64. City Of Ships 12/31/2002
65. Come Up From The Fields, Father 12/31/2002
66. Come, Said My Soul 1/3/2003
67. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 12/31/2002
68. Darest Thou Now, O Soul 12/31/2002
69. Debris 12/31/2002
70. Delicate Cluster 12/31/2002
71. Despairing Cries 12/31/2002
72. Dirge For Two Veterans 12/31/2002
73. Drum-Taps 12/31/2002
74. Earth! My Likeness! 12/31/2002
75. Eidólons 12/31/2002
76. Elemental Drifts 12/31/2002
77. Ethiopia Saluting The Colors 12/31/2002
78. Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States 12/31/2002
79. Excelsior 12/31/2002
80. Faces 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain!


O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


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 ...

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To A Historian


YOU who celebrate bygones!
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races--the life
that has exhibited itself;
Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates,
rulers and priests;
I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself,
in his own rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the

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