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Leaves of Grass
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To the Pending Year
Have I no weapon-word for thee—some message brief and fierce?
(Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) Is there no shot left,
For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, manifold silliness?
Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?
Down, down, proud gorge!—though choking thee;
Thy bearded throat and high-borne forehead to the gutter;
Crouch low thy neck to eleemosynary gifts.
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Chicago:
Walt Whitman, "To the Pending Year," Leaves of Grass, ed. Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Leaves of Grass (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed June 30, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=8PZQAXZ9QM839MK.
MLA:
Whitman, Walt. "To the Pending Year." Leaves of Grass, edited by Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Leaves of Grass, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 30 Jun. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=8PZQAXZ9QM839MK.
Harvard:
Whitman, W, 'To the Pending Year' in Leaves of Grass, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Leaves of Grass, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 30 June 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=8PZQAXZ9QM839MK.
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