There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.
My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.
What beauty there is in words; what a lurking curious charm in the sound some words.
The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing - you.