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Leaves of Grass
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12
Lo, body and soul—this land,
My own Manhattan with spires, and the sparkling and hurrying tides,
and the ships,
The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light,
Ohio’s shores and flashing Missouri,
And ever the far-spreading prairies cover’d with grass and corn.
Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty,
The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes,
The gentle soft-born measureless light,
The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill’d noon,
The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars,
Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.
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Chicago: Walt Whitman, "12," 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 April 18, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LHMJ3HPW4JDXVQB.
MLA: Whitman, Walt. "12." 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. 18 Apr. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LHMJ3HPW4JDXVQB.
Harvard: Whitman, W, '12' in Leaves of Grass, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Leaves of Grass, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 18 April 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LHMJ3HPW4JDXVQB.
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