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Song of Myself, 49

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

Song of Myself, 34

Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth,

Song of Myself, 47

I am the teacher of athletes, 

Song of Myself, 33

Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess'd at,

Song of Myself, 46

I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.

Song of Myself, 32

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd,

Song of Myself, 45

O span of youth! ever-push'd elasticity!

Song of Myself, 31

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,


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