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Leaves of Grass
Contents:
Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
Joy, shipmate, Joy!
(Pleas’d to my soul at death I cry,)
Our life is closed, our life begins,
The long, long anchorage we leave,
The ship is clear at last, she leaps!
She swiftly courses from the shore,
Joy, shipmate, joy.
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Chicago: Walt Whitman, "Joy, Shipmate, Joy!," 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 January 22, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=95B7FJ9BZ2MIA7S.
MLA: Whitman, Walt. "Joy, Shipmate, Joy!." 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. 22 Jan. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=95B7FJ9BZ2MIA7S.
Harvard: Whitman, W, 'Joy, Shipmate, Joy!' in Leaves of Grass, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Leaves of Grass, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 22 January 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=95B7FJ9BZ2MIA7S.
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