Walt Whitman: I tramp a perpetual journey

I hear America singing

On land: Miracles

Song of myself

Sparkles from the wheel

To a locomotive in winter

Ox-tamer

Man's body at auction

I think I could turn and live with animals

At sea: Aboard at a ship's helm

World below the brine

On the beach at night

Did you read in the seabooks...

At war: Come up from the fields father

Runaway slave

Artilleryman's vision

O captain! My captain!

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd

Sky and cosmos: Noiseless patient spider

Dalliance of the eagles

When I heard the learn'd astronomer

I tramp a perpetual journey

Spotted hawk swoops by