Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

121. Italian Music In Dakota 12/31/2002
122. Joy, Shipmate, Joy! 12/31/2002
123. Kosmos 12/31/2002
124. Laws For Creations 12/31/2002
125. Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867 12/31/2002
126. Lessons 12/31/2002
127. Lo! Victress On The Peaks 12/31/2002
128. Locations And Times 12/31/2002
129. Long I Thought That Knowledge 12/31/2002
130. Long, Too Long America 1/3/2003
131. Long, Too Long, O Land! 12/31/2002
132. Longings For Home 1/9/2015
133. Look Down, Fair Moon 12/31/2002
134. Manhattan Streets I Saunter'D, Pondering 12/31/2002
135. Mannahatta 12/31/2002
136. Me Imperturbe 12/31/2002
137. Mediums 12/31/2002
138. Miracles 12/31/2002
139. Mother And Babe 12/31/2002
140. My Picture-Callery 12/31/2002
141. Myself And Mine 12/31/2002
142. Native Moments 12/31/2002
143. Night On The Prairies 12/31/2002
144. No Labor-Saving Machine 12/31/2002
145. Not Heat Flames Up And Consumes 12/31/2002
146. Not Heaving From My Ribb'D Breast Only 12/31/2002
147. Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me 12/31/2002
148. Not The Pilot 12/31/2002
149. Not Youth Pertains To Me 12/31/2002
150. Now Finale To The Shore 12/31/2002
151. Now List To My Morning's Romanza 12/31/2002
152. O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! 12/31/2002
153. O Captain! My Captain! 12/31/2002
154. O Hymen! O Hymenee! 12/31/2002
155. O Living Always--Always Dying 12/31/2002
156. O Me! O Life! 12/31/2002
157. O Star Of France 12/31/2002
158. O Sun Of Real Peace 12/31/2002
159. O Tan-Faced Prairie Boy 12/31/2002
160. O You Whom I Often And Silently Come 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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