Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

161. O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! 12/31/2002
162. Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me 12/31/2002
163. From Far Dakota's Canons 12/31/2002
164. Mediums 12/31/2002
165. Over The Carnage 12/31/2002
166. Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States 12/31/2002
167. Rise, O Days 12/31/2002
168. Not The Pilot 12/31/2002
169. Not Heat Flames Up And Consumes 12/31/2002
170. Night On The Prairies 12/31/2002
171. The Dresser 12/31/2002
172. Behold This Swarthy Face 12/31/2002
173. Sparkles From The Wheel 12/31/2002
174. Native Moments 12/31/2002
175. Says 12/31/2002
176. Chanting The Square Deific 12/31/2002
177. Starting From Paumanok 12/31/2002
178. Hush'D Be The Camps Today 1/3/2003
179. O Star Of France 12/31/2002
180. In The New Garden In All The Parts 12/31/2002
181. Spirit Whose Work Is Done 12/31/2002
182. There Was A Child Went Forth 12/31/2002
183. As Toilsome I Wander'D 12/31/2002
184. In Former Songs 12/31/2002
185. On Journeys Through The States 12/31/2002
186. The Mystic Trumpeter 12/31/2002
187. When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame 12/31/2002
188. Long I Thought That Knowledge 12/31/2002
189. Ethiopia Saluting The Colors 12/31/2002
190. Of The Visage Of Things 12/31/2002
191. Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy 12/31/2002
192. Italian Music In Dakota 12/31/2002
193. Out From Behind His Mask 12/31/2002
194. Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour 12/31/2002
195. Fast Anchor'D, Eternal, O Love 12/31/2002
196. Delicate Cluster 12/31/2002
197. Recorders Ages Hence 12/31/2002
198. Race Of Veterans 12/31/2002
199. On The Beach At Night, Alone 12/31/2002
200. Eidólons 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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Camps Of Green


NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,
When, as order'd forward, after a long march,
Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for the
night;
Some of us so fatigued, carrying the gun and knapsack, dropping
asleep in our tracks;
Others pitching the little tents, and the fires lit up began to
sparkle;

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