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.; Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).

trifling suffusion spread over his face; "if you like, I'll put the saddle on Black Nell—she's here at my

In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, Whitman famously wrote, "I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and

loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass" ( Leaves of Grass [Brooklyn: n.p., 1855]

In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, Whitman famously wrote, "I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and

loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass" (Leaves of Grass [Brooklyn: n.p., 1855],

Poemet [That shadow, my likeness]," New-York Saturday Press 4 February 1860, 2.

"Calamus No. 40," Leaves of Grass (1860); "That Shadow My Likeness," Leaves of Grass (1867); slight changes

O Captain! My Captain!" New-York Saturday Press, 4 November 1865, 218.

.; An earlier version of this poem entitled "My Departure" appeared in the Long Island Democrat, 23 October

Grass (1871-72).; This poem later appeared as "Calamus No. 40," Leaves of Grass (1860); as "That Shadow My

November 1878 and as "To the Man-of-War-Bird" in Leaves of Grass (1881–82).; Reprinted in Good-Bye My

Revised and reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; This poem was reprinted in the Critic, 16 (24 May

"; Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).

.; Reprinted as "Out from Behind This Mask: To confront My Portrait, illustrating 'the Wound-Dresser,

Columbian Lady's and Gentleman's Magazine New York, NY March 1844 [138]–139 per.00333 Walter Whitman My

Revised and reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of

.; Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

I took my lamp, and went my way to my room.

I stopped and leaned my back against the fence, with my face turned toward the white marble stones a

; and answered, "My husband's."

She looked at me for a minute, as if in wonder at my perverseness; and then answered as before, "My husband's

my open hands and thought.

have of late frequently come to me times when I do not dread the grave—when I could lie down, and pass my

Reprinted under the new title "To the Pending Year" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of an original

India or South American port—as far as possible with foreign hands and only American officers—the captain

One of the principals goes as supercargo, unless the captain be a principal.

of this account of the illegal slave trade is strengthened by first-hand accounts such as that of Captain

Captain Delano stated in the "Maryland Colonization Journal" that he "was to take these things to Gardiner's

successful, having landed her cargo somewhere on the coast of Cuba, she is usually burned or sunk, and captain

of this account of the illegal slave trade is strengthened by first-hand accounts such as that of Captain

Captain Delano stated in the "Maryland Colonization Journal" that he "was to take these things to Gardiner's

first edition of Leaves of Grass thirteen years later, where he famously writes, "I loaf and invite my

soul, / I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass," and later asking his

first edition of Leaves of Grass thirteen years later, where he famously writes, "I loaf and invite my

soul, / I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass," and later asking his

the balmy coolness and the voluptuousness of the scene had led me into, being thus broken in upon, my

—This individual, my enemy, and I, had differed upon a matter of opinion; a sharp word had passed, and

To such an one will I doff my beaver. Whitman here means to tip his hat.

For my part, I have had serious thoughts of getting up a regular ticket for President and Congress and

It is my impression, too, that we should poll a pretty strong vote. We number largely in the land.

Compare to, "I loafe and invite my soul,/ I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer

eagerly scanned to discover the object of my labours.

, and brighter, and more precious than earthly jewels; but in vain, for it eluded my sight.

which had been showered upon my mind. * * * * * * * The agitation of my thoughts, however, broke my slumbers

I slowly wended my way homeward, my soul improved in knowledge, and determined to treasure during life

.; Compare to, "I loafe and invite my soul,/ I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of

account of a wondrous and important discovery, a treatise upon which would fill up the principal part of my

Some years ago, when my judgement was in the bud, I thought riches were very desirable things.

But I have altered my mind. Light has flowed in upon me. I am not quite so green as I was.

These are exceptions to the correctness of my assertions with regard to the evil effects of tobacco;

Venice : "SHYLOCK: 'Signior Antonio, many a time and oft / In the Rialto you have rated me / About my

moneys and my usances: / Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, / For sufferance is the badge of

of Venice: "SHYLOCK: 'Signior Antonio, many a time and oft / In the Rialto you have rated me / About my

moneys and my usances: / Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, / For sufferance is the badge of

My two acquaintances were both born and bred in the city; they both were sent to good schools; both had

And yet no man can differ more from my friend H OM than does my friend T OM .

My friend H OM is, at the same time, very much of a gentleman in his manners.

Now all that my friend H OM is not , my friend Tom B EPRIM is .

When I meet H OM in the street, he always grasps my hand, and salutes me by my first name.

an enormous basket, containing a towel, fishing tackle, and incalculable quantities of provisions; Captain

But my limits will not allow me to expatiate upon the events of this interesting voyage.

—A dusky mist spread itself before my eyes.

I wandered far, far away from my then and there existence.

scenes long since past, and faces that may never more greet my view.

—I saw every particular tree, and hill, and field, my old haunts.

—This is what I dread: for I have not enjoyed my young time.

Therefore have I rummaged over the garners of my observation and memory for the following anecdotes—and

When my mother was a girl, the house where she and her parents lived was in a gloomy wood, out of the

When nightfall came, and my grandfather did not return, my grandmother began to feel a little uneasy.

My grandmother sprung to the door, but upon opening it, she almost fainted in my mother's arms.

For there stood D ANDY , saddled and bridled, but no signs of my grandfather.

of the stranger was not deficient in dignity, but it seemed far unlike the dignity of princes and captains

Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) under the title "Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher.

confidential friend,) of which the following is part: "——You may be tired of such outpourings of spleen, but my

* * * Mother, my throat chokes, and my blood almost stops, when I see around me so many people who appear

"I shall give up my teacher's place," said he to his mother, "and come to live with you; we will have

Sea Captains, Young or Old

Wisdom mentioned by Whitman is Captain William A.

Wisdom mentioned by Whitman is Captain William A.

My companion, the moment he saw her, directed my attention to her by a peculiar movement of the head.

female—though I could hardly divine what or who she had been—and when we left the place, I reminded my

He then went on to give me the particulars of this celebrated mutiny, which I had read in my own country

when a boy, but which had nearly escaped my memory.

intentions, and that G OD will receive me into favor: and I sincerely hope that my death will be the

You traitor to my dead father—robber of his children!—scoundrel!—wretch! Whitman cut "—scoundrel!

"Why are you crying, my little son?" said he.

"My brother is sick," answered the child. "I have no father. He is dead."

"What is your name, my poor boy?" he asked. "Adam Covert," said the child.

Some of my readers may, perhaps, think that he ought to have been hung at the time of his crime.

greatest and profoundest truths are often most plain to the senses of men—in the same resemblance, my

The scene of the meeting was the school house; and having no other means of employing my time, I determined

"You are whimsical, my dear," said the matron, as she took the paper; "why do you desire so needless

"My son," she cried, in uncontrollable agony; "my son! you die!"

Whitman reused this sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My son," with minor revisions, in " The

.; Whitman reused this sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My son," with minor revisions, in "

I expressed my desire at the suggestion, and he commenced his narrative: Both this original printing

"My child!" she cried, in uncontrollable agony, "my child! you die!"

This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," also first appeared, with minor differences

He acknowledged in answer to my questioning, that he had indeed been relating a story, the hero of which

.; This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," also first appeared, with minor differences

expression changed, and his face greeted ours with an arch confiding smile, as much as to say "I know, my

Queries to My Seventieth Year

This poem later appeared as "Calamus No. 40," Leaves of Grass (1860); as "That Shadow My Likeness," Leaves

It was included without the note in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm

Reprinted as "Interpolation Sounds" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

When reprinted in "Good-Bye My Fancy," the poem included the note, "General Sheridan was buried at the

You traitor to my dead father—robber of his children! I fear to think on what I think now!"

"Why are you crying, my little son?" said he.

"My brother is sick," answered the child. "I have no father. He is dead."

"What is your name, my poor boy?" he asked. "Adam Covert," said the child.

.; Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891). Transcription not currently available.

poems published as the cluster "Old Age Echoes" in Lippincott's Magazine were reprinted in Good-bye My

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Transcribed from a digital image of a micfrofilm copy of an original

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm

O Captain! My Captain!

CHURCH—AN HOUR AMONG THE PICTURES OF THE INTERNATIONAL ART UNION I have just been up paying one of my

It has grown into my very soul.

AN ADVENTURE ON HEMPSTEAD PLAINS, YEARS AGO One of my old friends for the last fifteen years has made

of these occasions, some ten years since, that he met with a little adventure wherewith he has, in my

My friend aforesaid had gone out to shoot on the Plains (stopping awhile on his way farther east) one

My friend was indeed tired, and thankfully accepted the honest fellow's offer.

My friend, be it known, is the most modest of men—and now what the deuce to do, was the question.

Many old sportsmen, who used to put up at Captain Dodd's, there, will feel surprised to see the familiar

In my former notes on the grave yards of east Long Island, I find it omitted the following inscription

aged 80 years Here sleeps te Body tombed in its Dust Till Christ shall Come & raise it with the Just My

Soul ascended to te Trone of God Where with sweet Jesus now I make Aboad Then hasten after Me my dearest

Also, at his feet Lie the remains of his youngest son JONATHAN HORTON The first captain of Cavalry in