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  • 1840 14
Search : of captain, my captain!
Year : 1840

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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

"Sun-Down Papers.—[No. 8]"

  • Date: 20 October 1840
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Annotations Text:

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

"Sun-Down Papers.—[No. 3]"

  • Date: 28 March 1840
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Annotations Text:

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

"Sun-Down Papers.—[No. 1]"

  • Date: 29 February 1840
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

—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.

Walt Whitman to Abraham Paul Leech, 26 August [1840]

  • Date: August 26, [1840]
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

—Excuse the naturality of my metaphor.— Speaking of "naturality" reminds me of the peculiarities that

My period of purgation is almost up in these diggins.—Thank the pitying fates!

in two weeks more I shall wind up my affairs, and with tears in my eyes bid a sorrowful adieu to these

My heart swells, and my melting soul almost expires with the agonising idea.

—Luckily for my self-complacency they are mostly whigs.

Walt Whitman to Abraham Paul Leech, 11 August [1840]

  • Date: August 11, [1840]
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

My friend, Why the dickins didn't you come out to the whig meeting at the court house, last Saturday

—The awful occasion impressed indeliby upon my memory every agonising moment of that infernal excursion

skin is even now peeling, and four mortal pounds of flesh which ran off in a state of dilution from my

lumps of red hot fire—not a tree not a shed to shelter us from the intolerable glare.— I gave you in my

last some account of my first "huckleberry frolick," but this beats it all hollow.

Walt Whitman to Abraham Paul Leech, 9 September [1840]

  • Date: September 9, [1840]
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

My dear L— I perform the thrice-agreeable office of informing you that my purgatory here is just finishing

At present I think it improbable that I shall pay any visit to Jamaica, though I should like to see my

"— —"O. how my spirit springs and grows elastick at the idea of leaving this diabolical, and most p articularly

Walt Whitman to Abraham Paul Leech, 30 July [1840]

  • Date: July 30, [1840]
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Woodbury Thursday July 30 My friend I feel but little in the humour for writing any thing that will have

live here ten hours he would fret himself to death: I have heard the words "thank you," but once since my

—It was fun no doubt, but it cost me two mortal pounds of flesh, besides numerous remnants of my apparrel

a miserable kind of a dog: I am sick of wearing away by inches, and spending the fairest portion of my

—I pray the fates he may rid me of my spleen ere long W. W. Abrahan P. Leech | Jamaica L.I.

Walt Whitman to Abraham Paul Leech, 19 August [1840]

  • Date: August 19 [1840]
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

—That this earthly habitation, is a place of torment to my miserable self, is made painfully evident

—you do not know, my friend, nor can you conceive, the horrid dulness of this place.

—And as avocations of this nature never met my fancy in any great degree, you may easily imagine what

O, ye gods, press me not too far—pour not my cup too full—or I know what I shall do.

—Dire and dreadful thoughts have lately been floating through my brain.

"Sun-Down Papers.—[No. 2]"

  • Date: 14 March 1840
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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.

"Sun-Down Papers.—[No. 7]"

  • Date: 29 September 1840
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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.

"Sun-Down Papers.—[No. 9]"

  • Date: 24 November 1840
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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.

Untitled

  • Date: 6 October 1840
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

From my very soul, I look with sorrow on the pitiable and black souled malice which actuates such men

"Sun-Down Papers.—[No. 4]"

  • Date: 11 April 1840
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

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