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Wisdom mentioned by Whitman is Captain William A.
Wisdom mentioned by Whitman is Captain William A.
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
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],
And the gentle creature blushes at my protestations of love, and leans her cheek upon my neck.
"My brother, thus have I lived my life. Your look asks me if I have been happy.
"My brother, a maiden's tears washed my stern resolves away.
Various fortune followed my path.
But I can lay my hand upon my heart, and thank the Great Master, that the sunshine has been far oftener
I felt of my hatchet's edge—it was keen as my hate.
my sorrowful cousins, and went my way.
Wife of my youth! of my early youth!
All my cruelty—all my former love—all my guilt—all my disregard of the sacred ties—seemed concentrated
My deeds were as good as my word.
Among temperance novels then quite popular were Lucius Manley Sargent's My Mother's Gold Ring (1833),
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
I was alone, the family of my host having gone on some visit to a neighbor.
Insensibly, my consciousness became less and less distinct; my head leaned back; my eyes closed; and
my senses relaxed from their waking vigilance.
The person to whom I spoke stared in my face surprisedly.
"Himself hung it around my neck," said the veteran.
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 "
.— My stories, I believe, have been pretty popular, and extracted liberally.
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
I cannot, of course, convey to others that particular kind of influence, which is derived from my being
I must hardly expect, therefore, that to those who hear it through the medium of my pen, the narration
times which marked our American Revolution that the incidents occurred which are the foundation of my
Again I ask pardon for my rudeness. Let me now be shown to this chamber—this haunted chamber.
He came to my very bed-side; his small hand was raised, and almost touched my face.
equipages roll by—I see the respectful bow at the presence of pride—and I curse the contrast between my
The lofty air—the show of dress—the aristocratic demeanor—the glitter of jewels—dazzle my eyes; and sharp-toothed
Why: should my path be so much rougher than theirs? Pitiable, unfortunate man that I am!
to be placed beneath those whom in my heart I despise—and to be constantly tantalized with the presence
expression changed, and his face greeted ours with an arch confiding smile, as much as to say "I know, my
What is yours, my brother?" "Behold!" answered the Spirit.