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Random lines from Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass," every three hours or so.

All selections from the Project Gutenberg scan: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1322

to them,
(The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.)
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What is it then between us?
What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry(79-84)
December 18, 2024 at 2:00 PM
Vaunted Ionia’s, India’s--Homer, Shakspere--the long, long times’
thick dotted roads, areas,
The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars--Nature’s pulses reap’d,

The Unexpress’d(2-5)
December 18, 2024 at 11:00 AM
Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities,
Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui,

As I Sit Writing Here(1-3)
December 18, 2024 at 8:00 AM
over each other and interwetting each other,
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious,

We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d(17-19)
December 18, 2024 at 5:00 AM
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found
hospital or library,
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage for America,

No Labor-Saving Machine(2-5)
December 18, 2024 at 2:00 AM
Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is immortal;

Who Learns My Lesson Complete(24-26)
December 17, 2024 at 11:00 PM
Ready, collected here, a freer, vast, electric world, to be
constructed here,
(The true New World, the world of orbic science, morals, literatures
to come,)

Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood(86-90)
December 17, 2024 at 8:00 PM
The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized, flickering,
And over all the sky--the sky! far, far out of reach, studded,

Bivouac on a Mountain Side(6-8)
December 17, 2024 at 5:00 PM
They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and

To Him That Was Crucified(13-15)
December 17, 2024 at 2:00 PM
the recruits,
You came, taciturn, with nothing to give--we but look’d on each other,

O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy(3-5)
December 17, 2024 at 11:00 AM
But I, my life surveying, closing,
With nothing to show to devise from its idle years,
Nor houses nor lands, nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends,

My Legacy(6-9)
December 17, 2024 at 8:00 AM
(You distant, dim unknown--or young or old--countless, unspecified,
readers belov’d,
We never met, and neer shall meet--and yet our souls embrace, long,
close and long;)

Thanks in Old Age(7-11)
December 17, 2024 at 5:00 AM
Those cart loads of old charnel ashes, scales and splints of mouldy bones,
Once living men--once resolute courage, aspiration, strength,

The Wallabout Martyrs(2-4)
December 17, 2024 at 2:00 AM
Not traditions, not the outer authorities are the judges,
They are the judges of outer authorities and of all traditions,
They corroborate as they go only whatever corroborates themselves,

Tests(2-5)
December 16, 2024 at 11:00 PM
attached to them as I do to men in my own lands,
O I know we should be brethren and lovers,

This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful(6-8)
December 16, 2024 at 8:00 PM
lusty as Nature,
Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you,
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to

To a Common Prostitute(1-4)
December 16, 2024 at 5:00 PM
jealousies, recriminations on every side,
They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and

To Him That Was Crucified(12-15)
December 16, 2024 at 2:00 PM
I saw with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing,
(Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,)
The insane knife toward the Mother of All.
The noble son on sinewy feet advancing,

Virginia--The West(1-5)
December 16, 2024 at 11:00 AM
Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.
I hear thee trumpeter, listening alert I catch thy notes,
Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,

The Mystic Trumpeter(2-5)
December 16, 2024 at 8:00 AM
Thou ship of air that never furl’st thy sails,
Days, even weeks untired and onward, through spaces, realms gyrating,
At dusk that lookist on Senegal, at morn America,

To the Man-of-War-Bird(15-18)
December 16, 2024 at 5:00 AM
Nor these the universes, they the universes,
Purport and end, ever the permanent life of life,
Eidolons, eidolons.
Beyond thy lectures learn’d professor,

Eidolons(57-61)
December 16, 2024 at 2:00 AM
I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad,
I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the
scaffold in Virginia,

Year of Meteors [1859-60(2-5)
December 15, 2024 at 11:00 PM
Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,

Visor’d(2-3)
December 15, 2024 at 8:00 PM
Rose from the hill-top, like applause and glory,
Welcoming in fame some special veteran, hero,
With rosy tinge reddening the land he’d served,

As the Greek’s Signal Flame(1-4)
December 15, 2024 at 5:00 PM
North, South, all,

A Prairie Sunset(5-6)
December 15, 2024 at 2:00 PM