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Work title : Preface 1855 To First Issue Of Leaves Of Grass
Year : 1855

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Review of Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: September 1855
  • Creator(s): Norton, Charles Eliot
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What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition.

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

Serene stood the little captain: He was not hurried…his voice was neither high or low— His eyes gave

Poem incarnating the mind

  • Date: Before 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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/ My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, / My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of

the long stretch of my life" (145).

received pay.— from the lips and fingers hands of the vict captors victors.— How fared The young captain

the greatness and beau large hearts of heroes, All the courage of olden time and How spied the the captain

Grier notes that a portion of this notebook (beginning "How spied the captain and sailors") describes

Annotations Text:

Grier notes that a portion of this notebook (beginning "How spied the captain and sailors") describes

Review of Leaves of Grass (1855)

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

Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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We closed with him . . . . the yards entangled . . . . the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with

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

Only three guns were in use, One was directed by the captain himself against the enemy's mainmast, Two

Serene stood the little captain, He was not hurried . . . . his voice was neither high nor low, His eyes

Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic, And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain . . . . and

In metaphysical points

  • Date: Before or early in 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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These words are for the five or six grand poets, too; and the masters of artists: — I waste no ink, nor my

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

There can be nothing small

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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senses all men is truth; Logic and sermons never convince ; me; The dew of the night drives deep er into my

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/ Logic and sermons never convince, / The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. / Only what proves

And to me each minute

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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sings as well as I, because although she reads no newspaper; never learned the gamut; And to shake my

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The first lines of the notebook poem were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American

Outdoors is the best antiseptic

  • Date: Before or early in 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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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

Lofty sirs

  • Date: Between 1840 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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.— I assume this day, the whole debt of all I take my place by right among the sudorous or sweaty men

a handsomer man with be has better finer health and cleaner shaped limbs than I, who do business in my

I know many beautiful things

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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night walkers And do no better for me— Who am a regular gentlemen or lady, With a marble broad stoop to my

And is the day here when I vote at the polls, One with the immigrant that last August strewed lime in my

In his presence

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death" (1855, p. 74).

man who claims or takes the power to own another man as his property, stabs me in that the heart of my

own The one scratches me a little on the cheek forehead , the other draws his murderous razor through my

t T hat black and huge lethargic mass, my sportsmen, dull and sleepy as it seems, has holds the lightning

eventually titled "Song of Myself": "Buying drafts of Osiris and Isis and Belus and Brahma and Adonai, / In my

cottonwood

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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not smell— —I smell the your beautiful white roses— I kiss their soft your leafy lips—I reach slide my

Do you know what music

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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with me about God; I can yet just begin to comprehend nothing more wonderful than so tremendous as my

Preface. Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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He swears to his art, I will not be meddlesome, I will not have in my writing any elegance or effect

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

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

Is it uniform with my country? Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions?

what answers for me an American must answer for any individual or nation that serves for a part of my

'Leaves of Grass'—An Extraordinary Book

  • Date: 15 September 1855
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
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I sound triumphal drums for the dead—I fling thro' my embouchures the loudest and gayest music for them

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