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Search : of captain, my captain!
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Year : 1855

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Review of Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: September 1855
  • Creator(s): Norton, Charles Eliot
Text:

What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition.

You shall stand by my side to look in the mirror with me."

I lie in the night air in my red shirt… the pervading hush is for my sake.

We close with him: the yards entangled… the masts touched: My captain lashed fast with his own hands.

I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain— `We have not struck,' he composedly cried

Review of Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 23 July 1855
  • Creator(s): Dana, Charles A.
Text:

Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbowed earth!

darkness , Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking…preparations to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain

Walt Whitman and His Poems

  • Date: September 1855
  • Creator(s): Whitman, Walt
Text:

I do not press my finger across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and

Amelioration is my lesson, he says with calm voice, and progress is my lesson and the lesson of all things

I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my

own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.

What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for

'Leaves of Grass'—An Extraordinary Book

  • Date: 15 September 1855
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

I sound triumphal drums for the dead—I fling thro' my embouchures the loudest and gayest music for them

An English and an American Poet

  • Date: October 1855
  • Creator(s): Whitman, Walt
Text:

head at nightfall, and he is fain to say, "I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; I sound my

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