Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

121. We Two Boys Together Clinging 12/31/2002
122. Walt Whitman's Caution 12/31/2002
123. Lo! Victress On The Peaks 12/31/2002
124. The Ship Starting 12/31/2002
125. The Ox Tamer 12/31/2002
126. The Prairie-Grass Dividing 12/31/2002
127. A Song Of Joys 12/19/2014
128. Spain 1873-'74 12/31/2002
129. Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb 12/31/2002
130. Spirit That Form'D Theis Scene 12/31/2002
131. The Centerarian's Story 12/31/2002
132. Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break 12/31/2002
133. States! 12/31/2002
134. Long, Too Long, O Land! 12/31/2002
135. Locations And Times 12/31/2002
136. The Sleepers 12/31/2002
137. The Indications 12/31/2002
138. The Base Of All Metaphysics 12/31/2002
139. Not Heaving From My Ribb'D Breast Only 12/31/2002
140. When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame 12/31/2002
141. This Dust Was Once The Man 12/31/2002
142. No Labor-Saving Machine 12/31/2002
143. Recorders Ages Hence 12/31/2002
144. Over The Carnage 12/31/2002
145. Tests 12/31/2002
146. Now List To My Morning's Romanza 12/31/2002
147. With Antecedents 12/31/2002
148. One Sweeps By 12/31/2002
149. France, The 18th Year Of These States 12/31/2002
150. There Was A Child Went Forth 12/31/2002
151. Race Of Veterans 12/31/2002
152. Offerings 12/31/2002
153. Still, Though The One I Sing 12/31/2002
154. What Weeping Face 12/31/2002
155. Inscription 12/31/2002
156. Shut Not Your Doors, &C. 12/31/2002
157. Patroling Barnegat 12/31/2002
158. Song Of The Broad-Axe 12/31/2002
159. From Paumanok Starting 12/31/2002
160. O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! 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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