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Year : 1856
Work title : Faces

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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

something that presents the sentiment

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

faces of my kind something that presents the sentiment of the Druid walking in the woods " " of the Indian

Annotations Text:

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

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.

Poem of Faces.

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

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, limber-hipp'd man, and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

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