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Walt Whitman
31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States
Poems of Walt Whitman
To Thee, Old Cause!
To Think Of Time
To You
Turn, O Libertad
Two Rivulets
Unfolded Out Of The Folds
Unnamed Lands
Vicouac On A Mountain Side
Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night
Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field
Virginia--The West
Visor'D
Voices
Walt Whitman's Caution
Wandering At Morn
Warble Of Lilac-Time
Washington's Monument, February, 1885
We Two Boys Together Clinging
We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D
Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life
What Am I, After All?
What Best I See In Thee
What General Has A Good Army
What Place Is Besieged?
What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand?
What Weeping Face
When I Heard At The Close Of The Day
When I Heard The Learned Astronomer
When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame
When I Read The Book
When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D
Whispers Of Heavenly Death
Who Is Now Reading This?
Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand
With All Thy Gifts
With Antecedents
World, Take Good Notice
Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60
Year That Trembled
Years Of The Modern
Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
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