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aim'd at me—like flash of flame Right to my very soul it came.

An infant at that dreary hour, Comes weeping to my silent bower, And wakes me with a piteous prayer,

I, starting, cry, That mak'st my blissful dreams to fly?"

I know him by his bow and dart; (I know him by my fluttering heart:) I take him in—I quickly raise The

(My bosom trembled as he smiled,) I pray thee let me try my bow, For through the rain I've wandered

justified in the profound contempt which they have entertained for the mass of historical works. ' Give me my

is as untenable as our own famous saying—"A little more grape, Captain Bragg!"

nature shrinking from thy rough embrace, Than summer, with her rustling robe of green, Cool blowing in my

delight; Even the saint that stands Tending the gate of heaven, involved in beams Of rarest glory, to my

No mesh of flowers is bound about my brow; From life's fair summer I am hastening now.

And as I sink my knee, Dimpling the beauty of thy bed of snow, Dowerless, I can but say, O, cast me not

I began to feel very much numbed with the cold, and my eyes suffered a good deal from the glare of the

I was now only able to take three steps at a time without stopping, as my legs began to give way, and

I attribute my being able to reach the top to my wind; I never felt want of breath at any time, while

M., with my hands cut to bits, my nails worn to the quick with holding on, I reached the hut and there

One of my eyes is completely 'bunged up,' the other just enables me to see to write this.

to one of his mystical treatises (De Cœlo et Inferno) he says:— "I was dining very late one day at my

London (this was in seventeen hundred and forty-three)—and was eating heartily.— When I was finishing my

That night the eyes of my inner man were opened, and enabled to look into heaven, the world of spirits

, and hell; and there I saw many persons of my acquaintance, some dead long before, and others recently

Instantly there was presented before my eyes a woman exactly resembling the women in that earth.— She

And still more strikingly Othello says: "Every puny whipster gets my sword: for why should honor outlive

fond thoughts my soul beguiled;— It was herself!

I've set my heart upon nothing, you see; Hurrah! And so the world goes well with me.

I set my heart at first upon wealth; And bartered away my peace and health; But, ah!

I set my heart upon sounding fame; And, lo! I'm eclipsed by some upstart's And, ah!

And then I set my heart upon war. We gained some battles with eclat.

In Captain Church's history of Philip's war, there are innumerable incidents for the painter.

Towards the close of the war, when Philip's followers were nearly all slain, and his ruin near, the captain

Tho generous old captain, touched by the picture of the chief's distress, allowed him to seize his gun

the case, I examined the accounts given on this subject, by the four Evangelists, and according to my

scripture evidence for his being the son of Joseph than otherwise ; although it has not yet changed my

mighty bulwark, not easily removed, yet it has had this salutary effect, to deliver me from judging my

they were in the same belief with myself; neither would I dare to say, positively, that it would be my

how often has my poor soul been brought to this point, when temptations have arisen, 'Get thee behind

I have foreknown Clearly all things that should be; nothing done Comes sudden to my soul; and I must

Southey thus records his own birth:— "My birthday was Friday, 12th August, 1774; the time, half-past

According to my astrological friend Gilbert, it was a few minutes before the half hour, 161 pleasure.

There is an image in Kehama, drawn from my recollection of the devilish malignity which used sometimes

Meantime Madoc sleeps, and my lucre of-gain-compilation (specimens of English Poets) goes on at night

, when I am fairly obliged to lay history aside, because it perplexes me in my dreams.

ultimately, they all served, in various ways, the poet's ambitious agenda, by which, "with the twirl of my

remembrance the love of man, I will employ myself on the means of effecting good for him, and build my

Then, turning to the Genius, I exclaimed: O Genius, despair hath settled on my soul.

latter years, when asked how he could have done so much, he replied, "Have I not spent fifty years at my

—have been out in my wheel chair for a 40 minute open air jaunt (propell'd by WF. my sailor boy nurse

) —& now 4pm Nov. 14 '89 waiting for my supper to be bro't— Transcribed from digital images of the original

and think, 'Well, this great thing has been, and all that is now left of it is the feeble print upon my

brain, the little th rill which memory will send along my nerves, mine and my neighbours'; as we live

reading them, can be attached to their opinion at page 8 of the report R OBERT S PENCER OBINSON In my

radiation, &c. as to its fitness, appropriateness, advantage (or disadvantage) with reference to me , to my

This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightest not lose

letter to Viscount St Albans calling Bacon saying "the most prodigious wit that ever I knew of any my

I hope to be able to announce in my next the commencement of our agricultural operations.

My own opinion guess is that myriads of superior works have been lost—superior to existing works in every

waste of ignorance, and the calamities of war, our treasures rather than our losses are the object of my

luxurious and delightful moments of life; which have often enticed me to pass fourteen hours a day at my

desk, in a state of transport; this gratification, more than glory, is my reward.'

What was learned man's compliment, may serve for my confession and conclusion.

Edition This little Treatise is extracted from a more extensive work, undertaken without consulting my

—In this research it will be my constant endeavor to ally that which the right perm its , with that which

—When a robber surprises me in a forest, I must surrender my purse to force,—but when I can regain it

—My first question returns. Chapter 4th.

I initiated you into Milton nearly thirty years ago, my dear Seward; and I rejoice to find that you still

Often—often—often, my dear sir. VOL.

originality is the difference between the Bible and Paradise Lost. 766 Seldom—seldom—seldom if ever, my

nations in Asia or Africa not Christian, would see any great point in his poem, if read to th It is, my

Think, oh my soul, devoutly think, How, with affrighted eyes, Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep In all

Yet then from all my griefs, on lord!

Thy mercy set me free; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee.

My life, if thou preserv'st my life, Thy sacrifice shall be, And death, if death must be my doom Shall

join my soul to thee.

My remarks here repurpose and reaffirm (in a much broader context now of Whitman Archive work on Whitman's

annotations) my earlier treatment in Whitman and Tradition: The Poet in His Century (New Haven: Yale

When I am in a room with people, if I am free from speculating on creations of my own brain, then, not

these documents his deep and abiding fascination with the place that he repeatedly called, simply, "my

"I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city," that poem begins: and behold!

there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word of my

For example, this manuscript is seemingly the first time that Whitman refers to New York as "my city.

my city!" And its fifth and final usage in 1860 comes in the volume's concluding poem, "So long!"

"She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a

position for the present, I will ask leave to begin these Notes with such hints of the character of my

father and mother and of my own childhood as may at least help "The Fair Pilot of Loch Uribol" one of

my favorite stories WW WALT WHITMAN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY. 32 Transcribed from our digital image of the

Given under my hand and seal at Fort James, in New Yorke, on the Island of Manhattat, this 18th day of

clearing, ffencing and manuring their land, as well as building ffor their conveniency have requested my

Given under my hand and seal at ffort James, in New York, the ffirst day of May. in the 22nd year of

House, and the question that is now put is, whether this 53 bill should pass, I must beg leave to give my

Witness My Hand, LEFFERT LEFFERTS."

onward 10 years Goethe —(reading Carlyle's criticisms on Goethe.) over leaf Here is now, (January 1856) my

—THE SUN. 1 O THOU that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers!

railroads— The Mannahatta that's it Mannahatta —the mast‑hemmed—the egg in the nest of the beautiful bays— my

through swamps warm land,—sunny land, the fiery land, the rich‑blooded land, in hot quick‑mettled land, my

Song Always the South, the Dear to me the sunny land, sweet land, the silvery land my land, wild generous

"So my friends tell me, but I never met him." "Don't you think, Mr.

James Gray, Bookbinder 16 Spruce st. 4th floor, is the custodian of the sheets of my Leaves of Grass,

giving others the same chances and rights as myself— As if it were not indis‑ indispensable pensable to my

to speed take me truly really on to deep waters Now, now to thy divinest venture (I will not call it my

Good bye My Fancy | Sail out for Good Etc | Page 7—Good Bye My Fancy This manuscript is a draft of "Sail

"; Good bye My Fancy | Sail out for Good Etc | Page 7—Good Bye My Fancy; Transcribed from digital images

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.

thousands, each one with his entry to himself; They are always watching with their little eyes, from my

head to my feet.

lift put the girder of the earth a globe the house away if it lay between me and whatever I wanted.— My

Henceforth After this day, A touch shall henceforth be small Little things is shall be are henceforth my

my tongue proof and argument It They shall tell s for me that people In them, the smallest least of

over all, and what we thought death is but life brought to a finer parturition.— An inch's contact My

The clearest relation is to the line: "A minute and a drop of me settle my brain" (1855, p. 33), but

204 My tongue must can never be content with pap harness from this after this, It c will not talk m in

My tongue can never be

harness," "traces," "the bit"—may relate to the extended metaphor developed in following lines: "Deluding my

bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my

draining strength or my anger, / Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them awhile, / Then all

Such boundless and affluent souls. . . . . . . bend your head in reverence, my man!

am that foolish half grown angry boy, fallen asleep, The tears of foolish passion yet undried upon my

Bibles i are divine revelations of God But I know say that any each leaf of grass and every hair of my

compiled composed is not august enough to dent endow answer tally a leaf of grass the partition of in my

. / I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women" (1855, p. 64).;

.— (He could say) I know well enough the perpetual myself in my poems—but it is because the universe

—What seek you do you want among my haughty and jealous democracies of the north?

woman, or my flesh and blood.

—There are my officers and my courts.—At the Capitol is my Legislature.

—It is foreign to my usages, as to my eyes and ears.—Go back to the power that sent you.

free cities, or my teeming country towns, or along my rivers, or sea shore.— 19 But why do I babble

These words are for the five or six grand poets, too; and the masters of artists: — I waste no ink, nor my

receive you, and attach and clasp hands with you, / The facts are useful and real . . . . they are not my

do not procreate like men; all of them and all existing creeds grows not so much of God as I grow in my

moustache, And I am myself waiting my time to be a God; I think I h shall do as much good and be as

pure and prodigious, and do as much good as any; — And when my do, I am, do you suppose it will please

wriggles through the world mankind and hides under helmets and it is not beloved never loved or believed.— My

See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one

My Soul Spirit was curious and sped back to the beginning, sped back returned to the times when the earth

eternally; And devise themselves to this spot place These States and this hour, Again But yet still my

My Spirit sped back to

.— I rate myself high—I receive no small sums; I must have my full price—whoever enjoys me.

I feel satisfied my visit will be worthy of me and of my Hosts and Favorites; I leave it to them how

appeared in two of the poems in that edition, eventually titled "A Song for Occupations" and "Who Learns My

appeared in two of the poems in that edition, eventually titled "A Song for Occupations" and "Who Learns My

in the eleventh poem of the first (1855) edition of Leaves of Grass, ultimately titled "Who Learns My

I will have my own whoever enjoys me, / I will be even with you, and you shall be even with me" (1855

eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The boatmen and clamdiggers arose early and stopped for me, / I tucked my

trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time."

and wicked" may relate to the following line, which occurs later in the same poem: "Ever myself and my

eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The boatmen and clamdiggers arose early and stopped for me, / I tucked my

trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time."

and wicked" may relate to the following line, which occurs later in the same poem: "Ever myself and my

trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time" (1855, p. 18).

and wicked" may relate to the following line, which occurs later in the same poem: "Ever myself and my

Clean er shaved and more grammatical folks I call Mister, and lay the tips of my fingers inside their

headline in the morning papers, and pass the time as comfortably as the law allows.— But for the others, my

to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my

own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (15—16).

to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my

own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (15—16).

is reminiscent of lines from the poem that read "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my

own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (1855, pp. 15–16).; Transcribed

Hannah Brush, (my grandmother Whitman) had only one brother, who died a young man—(the grave-stones from

Isaac v Joseph Stephen & Jesse (my grandfather) sons of Nehemiah Whitman Phebe daughters Hannah Brush