 Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kitchock. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, oh, if I could but obtain knowledge. Then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me, for them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes, I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons, and it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world, and then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that with you roll toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs, for I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense, I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org, by Caitlin Buckley. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, oh, if I could but obtain knowledge. Then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me, for them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes, I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons, and it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world, and then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that with you rolled toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs, for I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense, I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him, I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge by Walt Whitman, read from Libervox.org by Chad Horner from Liverpool. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, o if I could but obtain knowledge. Then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live. I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons. And it seemed to me that I too had it in me, to be as dauntless as any. I would be so. And then to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world. And then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you can nook woods, and you lake, curin, and all that, with you roll toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs. For I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense. I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the examples of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org, by Cornel Nemes in Reno, Nevada. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, oh if I could but obtain knowledge. In my lands engrossed me. Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of all the new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons. And it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world. And then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you knuck-woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that with you, roll toward Niagara. And you, Niagara, also, and you, Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs. For I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense, I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the examples of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, oh, if I could, but obtain knowledge. Then my lands engrossed me. Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons, and it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world, and then I believe my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that with you roll toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs. For I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense. I sever from what I thought would suffice me. For it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the States, and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Frank Duncan. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, oh if I could but obtain knowledge, then my lands engrossed me. Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons, and it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world, and then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you canook woods, and you lake Huron, and all that with you roll toward Niagara. And you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs. For I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense. I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I need knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the example of heroes. No more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org, by Greg Giordano, New Port Richie, Florida. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me. Oh, if I could but obtain knowledge, then my lands engrossed me. Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons, and it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the New World. And then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that you roll toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs. For I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws from me all but love. With the rest I dispense, I sever from what I thought would suffice me. For it does not, it is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge and the grandeur of the States, and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me. Oh, if I could but obtain knowledge, then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. When I met the examples of old and new heroes, I heard of warriors, sailors, and old, dauntless persons. It seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world. And then I believed my life must be spent in singing. And now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that with you roll towards Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you California mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs, for I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense, I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the example of heroes, no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him, I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org, by Leanne Howlett. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, oh if I could but obtain knowledge. Then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons. And it seemed to me that I, too, had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the New World, and then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you canuck woods, and you lake Huron, and all that with you roll toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs. Or I can be your singer of songs no longer, one who loves me as jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love, with the rest I dispense. I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge and the grandeur of the states, and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Long I Thought That Knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, or if I could but obtain knowledge, Then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons. And it seemed to me that I too had it in me, to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. Then to enclose all it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world. And then I believed my life must be spent singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that with you roll toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs. For I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense. I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him, my love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, my Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org, my Nikolai Volta, long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, oh if but I could obtain knowledge. Then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me, for them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all Dauntless Persons, and it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as Dauntless as any, and would be so. And then to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world, and then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, all that with you roll towards Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs, for I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense, I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it is not, it is now empty and tasteless to me. I need knowledge and the grandeur of the states, and the examples of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs, I will go with him, I love, it is to be enough for us that we are together, we never separate again. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Phil Schempf. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, oh, if I could but obtain knowledge, then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas, engrossed me, for them I would live, I would be their orator. When I met the examples of old and new heroes, I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons. And it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world. And then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now, take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land, take notice you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that with you roll toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs, for I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense, I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me, I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs, I will go with him my love. It is to be enough for us that we are together, we never separate again. And a poem this recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Rumpelt Poetry. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me, though if I could but obtain knowledge, then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes, I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons, and it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world, and then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now, take notice, land the prairies, land the south savannas, Ohio's land, take notice, you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that with you will toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs, for I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love with the rest I dispense. I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge in the grandeur of the states and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. This recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for LibreVox.org by Skip. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me. Oh, if I could but obtain knowledge, then my lands engrossed me, lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all-dauntless persons. And it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world. And then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice you canuck woods, and you lay cairon, and all that with you roll toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you California mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs, for I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense, I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs, I will go with him I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Long I thought that knowledge, by Walt Whitman, read for livervox.org, by Thomas Peter. Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me. Oh, if I could but obtain knowledge, then my lands engrossed me. Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas engrossed me. For them I would live, I would be their orator. Then I met the examples of old and new heroes. I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless persons. And it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any, and would be so. And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the new world. And then I believed my life must be spent in singing. But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land. Take notice, you Canuck Woods, and you Lake Huron, and all that with you rolled toward Niagara, and you Niagara also, and you Californian mountains, that you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs, for I can be your singer of songs no longer. One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love. With the rest I dispense. I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not. It is now empty and tasteless to me. I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of the states, and the example of heroes no more. I am indifferent to my own songs. I will go with him, I love. It is to be enough for us that we are together. We never separate again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.