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27O Captain! My Captain! (1865).
.00218My Captainabout 1865poetryhandwritten3 leaves; Draft of the poem that would be published as O Captain
My Captain! in 1865, titled here My Captain.
My Captain
ihm.00002xxx.00218O Captain! My Captain!
1889-1890poetry1 leafhandwritten; A manuscript copy of O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 1 O CAPTAIN! my captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead. 2 O captain! my captain!
This arm I push beneath you; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 3 My captain
But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! O Captain! my Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.
O Captain! my Captain!
This manuscript is a signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!
of the verso of this manuscript is currently unavailable.; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.; Transcribed from digital images of the original.
GregoryEiselein'O Captain! My Captain!' [1865]'O Captain! My Captain!'
[1865]Though stylistically atypical of his verse, "O Captain! My Captain!"
The rhyme, meter, stanza, and refrain in "O Captain" are conventional.
Although the ship has weathered the storm and re-entered the harbor safe and victorious, the captain
'O Captain! My Captain!' [1865]
The Johns Hopkins University holds one Whitman poetry manuscript (a handwritten version of O Captain!
My Captain!)
jhu.00001xxx.00218MS. 7O Captain! My Captain!
April 30, 1890poetry1 leafhandwritten; A handwritten version of O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
pml.00002xxx.00218MA 1212O Captain! My Captain!27 April 1890poetryhandwritten1 leaf; O Captain!
My Captain!
Mitchell's hand says, "To give Walt a little money I offered for a gentleman 100$ for an autograph copy of My
Captain—I pin it to Furness note April 1890."
O Captain! My Captain!
brn.00001xxx.00218Whitman, Walt to Hay, JohnO Captain! my Captain!
March 9, 1887poetry1 leafhandwritten; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain!
Dear Walt Whitman; I have received your books and MS. and send, with my hearty thanks, a New York check
My boy, ten years old, said to me this morning, "Have you got a book with a poem in it called 'O Captain
My Captain!' I want to learn it to speak in school."
its wings to you I am faithfully yours John Hay from John Hay, acknowledging & paying for MS of "Captain
, O Captain!"
my Captain! our fearful trip is done.
Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain! rise up and hear the bells! Rise up!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still: My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I, with silent trade, Walk the spot my Captain lies, In this and in "President Lincoln's Funeral
Stephen A.CooperWilliams, Captain JohnWilliams, Captain John Captain John Williams, great-grandfather
/ List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it to me" (section 35).Bibliography Allen
Williams, Captain John
Whitman's poems, "O Captain! My Captain!"
Whitman eventually added four poems: "O Captain! My Captain!
"O Captain!"
The Lincoln poems, particularly "O Captain!
"Damn My Captain," he said, "I'm almost sorry I ever wrote the poem" (With Walt Whitman 2:304).
My Dear Sir, Last February, from Hong Kong, I sent you a line or two regarding an original edition of
But I, with silent Tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!
"O Captain! My Captain!"
For more information on the poem, see Gregory Eiselein, "'O Captain! My Captain!'
I find the My Captain manuscript W. gave me Thursday to contain some variations.
leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my Captain lies—sleeping pale and dead. O Captain!
FIRST DRAFT MANUSCRIPT OF ONE VERSE OF WHITMAN'S "MY CAPTAIN" My captain does not answer, his lips are
My captain does not answer, his lips are closed and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no
W. quizzed me: "I guess you like this better than My Captain."
O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN! O Captain, my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain, my Captain, rise up and hear the bells.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
Exult O shores, and ring O bells, But I with mournful tread Walk the deck my Captain lies, To analyze
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain, My Captain
Here it is copied from [the] volume before us:— O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread Walk the spot my Captain lies, Compare with this, for poetic or pathetic feeling
Camden N J Sept: September 6 I cheerfully give permission to print "O Captain My Captain" in your book
Whitman; You know how hard I have tried to get the autograph copy of "My Captain," for our Iowa Collection
inches—is now devoted to memorials of yourself, but I am most anxious to secure a holograph copy of "My
Captain," while you can still write it & I can fitly arrange it in my collection, which, you are aware
Aldrich wanted an autograph copy of Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!."
"O Captain! My Captain!"
For more information on the poem, see Gregory Eiselein, "'O Captain! My Captain!'
Whitman eventually did furnish Aldrich with a manuscript copy of "O Captain!
Signing name and being named W. said, "I like best my name in full—Walt Whitman—not Whitman alone nor
My fair correspondent feels that this vocable meets a long felt want in our much-lacking language.
There was "The Burial Hymn of Lincoln," "Captain, Oh, My Captain," so praised by Swinburne.
He makes my head ache." "But even the Captain?" "I have never read it."
Seeking out Whitman's books I copied "Captain, Oh, My Captain," with the pious purpose of reclaiming
red1888poetryhandwrittenprinted1 leaf; Handwritten notes and corrections on a printed copy of the poem O Captain
My Captain!
I have looked so long for that autograph copy of "My Captain," for "a place of honor," in my collection
Aldrich wanted an autograph copy of Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!."
"O Captain! My Captain!"
For more information on the poem, see Gregory Eiselein, "'O Captain! My Captain!'
Whitman eventually did furnish Aldrich with a manuscript copy of "O Captain!
Captain said, "silence, sir;" another Dutch boy then came, crying, to intercede for him; the purport
of what he said was to let the man go; cannot say what it was the captain said, but he took no notice
took notice of him, but I did not understand what he said; the captain then went to the deceased, and
the reply was, "yes, sir;' he was kept lashed up for about half an hour afterwards; the captain sat on
the rail; witness saw irons under the captain and the mate, but did not see them put on; when he was
David Cooper and Albert Burgess in newspapers of the period) for not performing his duties to the Captain's
According to a November 18, 1848, article, Bertrand was not convicted of the crime (see [In the Case of Captain
He served as Captain of the USS Somers, and his crew on at least some voyages was made up primariliy
He was captaining the Somers in 1842, when a mutiny occurred, and Mackenzie ordered the three suspected
or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!"
thy Equal Brood," and many, many more unspecified, From fibre heart of mine—from throat and tongue—(My
Captain: Could you give me a little further information about my brother Capt. George W.
Was my brother really well & hearty? Was Lieut. Sam'l Pooley, 51st N. Y., there, & how was he?
Do you know whether my brother got letters & boxes we sent him?
, or any points relating to my brother, it would deeply oblige me—address — Walt Whitman Washington D
C Walt Whitman to Captain William Cook, 27 February 1865
Among these poems are "O Captain! My Captain!"
Whitman's delivery moved many members of the audience to tears, and he concluded with a reading of his "O Captain
My Captain!" Whitman also delivered the Lincoln lecture in Boston in 1881.
In "Memoranda" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), Whitman reports delivering the Lincoln lecture for the last
3yal.00006xxx.00139Sea Captains, Young or Oldabout 1873poetry2 leaveshandwritten; This manuscript is
a signed draft of Sea Captains, Young or Old, which was published first in the New York Daily Graphic
Sea Captains, Young or Old
in reading "John Russell Youngs reminiscences of Walt Whitman " as published in last evn'gs Paper, my
Such we shall pray & hope for—I have always longed to hear you recite "Captain, Oh, My Captain," & may
Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!
"O Captain! My Captain!"
For more information on the poem, see Gregory Eiselein, "'O Captain! My Captain!'
The Captain—what is his name?
there comes Captain'"—here W. stopped—"Oh!
the Captain of The Three Bells—what was his name—what was his name?
Then he went on: "Anyhow, Captain Brace turned to me, called: 'By God! there comes Captain Gibson!'
My notes show for a week and more past his own dwelling upon the subject.
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
has a relative—a prisoner of war at Camp Chase, Ohio. he is desirous of obtaining the name of some Captains
, an order to obtain his exchange, by securing the release of the Captains.
Several of my brother officers are desirous of obtaining a copy of "the Reconnysance" by Capt Sim's.
& I would esteem it as a great favor, if you would enclose it, in a letter & send it to my address.
You will please accept a copy of my Ca accounts in exchange for your own.
my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer; his lips are pale and still; My Father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
New York 16th Feby '65 My Dear Walt Whitman: On the receipt of your favor of the 26th ult., I arranged
with Captain Walton for the sending of a box to our dear and brave boys at the Danville Military Prison
Captain Wright does not think the boxes will ever reach our boys—but this shall not prevent my trying
Captain Charles W. Walton was a member of the Fifty-first Regiment, New York State Volunteers.
There are passages in the lines entitled 'Captain, My Captain,' and in the war-lyric commencing 'Beat
Harper's Fifth Reader (1889) reprinted Whitman's "O Captain! My Captain!
Grass," the poems entitled "For You O Democracy," p. 99, "the Singer in the Prison," p. 292, and "O Captain
, My Captain," p. 262—or, in lieu of the first two, the poem called "Pioneers!
listed 89th in the table of contents along with the following four works: "Greatness in Poetry," "O Captain
My Captain!
constituted true democracy, yet again lauded his poetry for its "bigness and naïvety" and singled out "My
Captain, O my Captain" [sic] as "surely one of the most tender and beautiful poems in any language"
my captain! our fearful trip is done!
Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my captain lies, Fallen Cold and Dead. O captain!
my captain! rise up and hear the bells! Rise up!
My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot; my captain lies Fallen cold and dead.
Born in Hingham, Massachusetts, Stoddard was raised in poverty after his sea-captain father was lost
named for himself" (2:41), and most strongly praises one of Whitman's most conventional lyrics, "O Captain
My Captain!" Stoddard's published criticism of Whitman widened the gap between the two.
Of sea-captains young or old, and the mates, and of all intrepid sailors, Of the few, very choice, taciturn
rest, A spiritual woven signal for all nations, emblem of man elate above death, Token of all brave captains
and mates, And all that went down doing their duty, Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains
Of sea-captains young or old, and the mates, and of all intrepid sailors, Of the few, very choice, taciturn
rest, A spiritual woven signal for all nations, emblem of man elate above death, Token of all brave captains
and mates, And all that went down doing their duty, Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains
"I quite understand that it is my business to watch my own dunghill."
November Boughs is my final word—my closing up thought.
W. commented in this way: "I'm honest when I say, damn My Captain and all the My Captains in my book!
A whole volume of My Captains instead of a scrap-basket!
I say that if I'd written a whole volume of My Captains I'd deserve to be spanked and sent to bed with
431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey July 12 My dear Reid I forward you same mail with this the little
"Passage to India" we spoke of, with the "Captain" bit in.
If convenient have the pay for my letter of July 4 in Tribune ($20) sent me here.
I am well, for me—All the better for my pleasant NY jaunt.
Whitman mentioned in his Commonplace Book this letter and Passage to India (1871), in which "O Captain
My Captain!" appears (Charles E.
Some of the poems—"O Captain! My Captain!"
"O Captain! My Captain!"
my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, The most prejudiced will not deny that that