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  • The mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry wood, and her children gazing on; The hounded slave that flags in the race and leans by the fence, blowing and covered with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, The murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Walt Whitman Quotes , Mother Quotes , Children Quotes
  • O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Walt Whitman Quotes , Love Quotes , Dream Quotes
  • The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Walt Whitman Quotes , Night Quotes , Sky Quotes