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Search : of captain, my captain!
Year : 1860
Work title : So Long!

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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

To the Reader at the Entrance of Leaves of Grass

  • Date: 1860–1867
Text:

of the lines only to reintroduce them in Sands at Seventy (1888), under the title Small the Theme of My

Both One's-self I Sing and Small the Theme of My Chant appeared in the 1892 edition of Leaves of Grass

Inscription To the Reader at the entrance of Leaves of Grass

  • Date: 1860–1867
Text:

of the lines only to reintroduce them in Sands at Seventy (1888), under the title Small the Theme of My

Both One's-self I Sing and Small the Theme of My Chant appeared in the 1891-92 edition of Leaves of Grass

So Long!

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

I remember I said to myself at the winter-close, before my leaves sprang at all, that I would become

a candid and unloosed summer-poet, I said I would raise my voice jocund and strong, with reference to

what was promised, When each part is peopled with free people, When there is no city on earth to lead my

I have pressed through in my own right, I have offered my style to every one—I have jour- neyed journeyed

Remember my words—I love you—I depart from materials, I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.

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