Nature
A Font of Type
From Leaves of Grass
Nature
This latent mine--these unlaunch’d voices--passionate powers,
Wrath, argument, or praise, or comic leer, or prayer devout,
(Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely,)
These ocean waves arousable to fury and to death,
Or sooth’d to ease and sheeny sun and sleep,
Within the pallid slivers slumbering.
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Whitman, Walt. “A Font of Type.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/295/.
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Whitman, Walt. “A Font of Type.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/295/.
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