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Search : of captain, my captain!
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Shirval: A Tale of Jerusalem

  • Date: March 1845
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

'The Scout'

  • Date: about 1855 or later
Text:

has been attached by a collector or archivist to a backing sheet, together with And there, Drops of my

The Death of Wind-Foot

  • Date: June 1845
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

"You are welcome, my brother," said the Unrelenting.

Behold all that is left to brighten my heart!"

"Many years since," said the chief, "when my cheek was soft, and my arms felt the numbness of but few

I felt the edge of my tomahawk—it was keen as my hate.

I raised my arm—I gathered my strength—I struck, and cleft the warrior's brain in quivering halves!"

Arrow-Tip

  • Date: March 1845
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

My people knew not of my coming—none but my brother's wife, to whom I confided my purpose, lest they

My sister fell!

"One day my sister was missing.

He accepted my challenge.

I was blinded by my hate for my sister's betrayer.

The Boy-Lover

  • Date: May 1845
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

I was at that time studying law, the profession my father followed.

brother, and two other students who were in my father's office.

my fingers quiver yet as I write the word!) young Ninon, the daughter of the widow.

My brother was the only one who preserved his usual tenor of temper and conduct.

My sight seemed to waver, my head felt dizzy, and a feeling of deadly sickness came over me.

Some Fact-Romances

  • Date: December 1845
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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.

Richard Parker's Widow

  • Date: April 1845
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

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