Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.

This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me

The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first; Be not discouraged - keep on - there are divine things, well envelop'd; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.

There is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth - but all is truth without exception; And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.