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Search : of captain, my captain!
Work title : Song Of Myself
Work title : I Sing The Body Electric

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Poem incarnating the mind

  • Date: Before 1855
Text:

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

Poem incarnating the mind

  • Date: Before 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

/ 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

Leaves of Grass (1881–1882)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D . . . 255 O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . . . . . . 262 HUSH'D BE

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

Leaves of Grass (1891–1892)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D . . . 255 O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . . . . . . 262 HUSH'D BE

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!

or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!"

Leaves of Grass (1867)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,(says my grandmother's father;) We have

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!

women

  • Date: Between about 1854 and 1860
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

whom we knew not before Then the great authors take him for an author And the great soldiers for a captain

O laugh when my eyes settle the land The imagery and phrasing of these lines bears some resemblance to

and dwells serenely behind it.— When out of a feast I eat bread only corn and roast potatoes fo for my

dinner, through my own voluntary choice it is very well and I much content, but if some arrogant head

inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through my lungs.

airscud

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My Lesson

Annotations Text:

Song of Myself": "Echos, ripples, and buzzed whispers . . . . loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine, / My

respiration and inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through

my lungs, / The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea- rocks, and

.; Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My

Leaves of Grass (1856)

  • Date: 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

We closed with him, the yards entangled, the can- non cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his

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 main-mast, Two

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

riddled and slowly sinking, prepara- tions preparations to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain

Will you have the walls

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Annotations Text:

See in particular: "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, p. 15–16).; Transcribed from digital images of

were paid for with steamships

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Because I am in my place what of that? The perfect male and female are everywhere in their place.

Annotations Text:

the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, later titled "Song of Myself": "I resist anything better than my

own diversity, / And breathe the air and leave plenty after me, / And am not stuck up, and am in my

Leaves of Grass (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

We closed with him—the yards entangled—the can- non cannon touch'd; My captain lash'd fast with his own

Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries

Only three guns are in use; One is directed by the captain himself against the ene- my's enemy's main-mast

Serene stands the little captain; He is not hurried—his voice is neither high nor low; His eyes give

The black ship, mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers

Leaves of Grass (1860–1861)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

We closed with him—the yards entangled—the cannon 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

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

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

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

airscud

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
Text:

On the reverse (nyp.00100) is a fragment related to the poem eventually titled Who Learns My Lesson Complete

I am become the poet

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

19 I am become the poet of babes and the little things I descend many steps—I go backward primeval My

equanimous arms feet 209 I surround retrace things steps oceanic—I pass to around not merely my own

Annotations Text:

. / My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, / On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches

The Poetry of Democracy: Walt Whitman

  • Date: July 1871
  • Creator(s): Dowden, Edward
Text:

bit of pathos—indubitably human—in my eye, confess now am I not a man and a brother?"

place, with my own day, here."

my dwell- dwelling .)"

'O the life of my senses and flesh, transcending my senses and flesh.'

my South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!"

Annotations Text:

my South!O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!"

Talbot Wilson

  • Date: Between 1847 and 1854
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

as two—as my soul and I; and I gu reckon it is the same with all oth men and women.— I know that my

trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists and go among the rough drivers and boatmen

I tell you just as beautiful to die; For I take my death with the dying And my birth with the new-born

lips, to the palms of my hands, and whatever my hands hold.

hands, and my head my head mocked with a prickly I am here after I remember crucifixion and bloody coronation

Rule in all addresses

  • Date: Before 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

I say to my own greatness, Away!

outward" (1855, p. 51). may be related to a similar phrase in the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My

in the 1856 edition of Leaves of Grass : "The best I had done seemed to me blank and suspicious, / My

—I doubt whether who my greatest thoughts, as I had supposed them, are not shallow.

My pride is impotent; my love gets no response.

Suggestions and Advice to Mothers

  • Date: 11 November 1882
  • Creator(s): Elmina
Text:

To-day my soul is full of the love of the body.

"Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. ∗∗∗∗∗ While they discuss

The first doubt lodged in my mind against the claims of the Christian Church and ministry was the first

To my surprise and horror, they spent the whole time in regaling one another with smutty yarns.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

Outdoors is the best antiseptic

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

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

(Of the great poet)

  • Date: About 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

The Poetry of the Period

  • Date: October 1869
  • Creator(s): Austin, Alfred
Text:

"In the year 80 of the States, My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air, Born

"Take my leaves, America! take them South, and take them North! Surround them, East and West!

"O my comrade! O you and me at last, and us two only! O to level occupations and the sexes!

If he worships any particular thing, he says it shall be "some of the spread of my own body."

One long passage commences thus: "O my body!

Do you know what music

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

with me about God; I can yet just begin to comprehend nothing more wonderful than so tremendous as my

Leaves of Grass

  • Date: 10 October 1874
  • Creator(s): Saintsbury, George
Text:

look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books : ; "You shall not look through my

beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough; To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my

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