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Of course it has all been better said, but I must have my chance just the same.
Dear old man, I the elder old man have received your Article in the Critic, & send you in return my thanks
blowing softlier & warmlier on your good gray head than here, where it is rocking the elms & ilexes of my
Gilchrist,and the intimacy which my brother,my friend Mr.
"My great anxiety about my wife lastsstill.
"My Dear Mrs.
"My Dear Mrs.
My Dear Mrs.
Ah dear old friend as I hear from her young lips those soul stirring words of yours my heart strings
My children join me in love and good wishes. Sincerely yours Mrs Anna M Kerr P.S.
Boston March 13th 1887 My dear Sir: I hope you will do us the favor to accept the enclosed invitation
Looking for a favorable reply and a promise to be my guest, I remain Very truly yours Annie Fields Annie
"It used to be the delight of my life to ride on a stage coach," said he.
There was my friend Jack Finley.
Oh, yes, I was answering your question as to how I spent my time. Well, it is very monotonous.
picture of Wilson Barrett, the English actor, having upon it, inscribed in bold sign-manual: "I place my
"Tell them," he said, "that in my mind I feel quite vigorous; but that in body I am well used up with
Lovering," Poet Whitman said, "wrote to me about five weeks ago, saying that my Boston friends wished
Lovering, of the Committee on Pensions, who was favorable to the project, and asking my consent.
It was whilst assisting at a surgical operation that I became poisoned throughout my system, after which
I became prostrated by hospital malaria, which finally caused my paralysis."
White Hall, Ky. 7-9-1887 My dear Mr.
I enclose my address at Yale University delivered before the Alumni & whole College .
As but 15 minutes were allowed, I have barely been able to state my views without discussion.
I have but the moment to return you my thanks—I wish you all happiness. Truly C. M.
William was unable to answer, much to his regret, but I did the best I could on my own account.
at this point, there has been so much disaster— Could you help me ever so little—send it to Han for my
My sister has assisted me the same—to keep out of debt.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done.
Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. II.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells! Rise up!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
My dear Mr.
My friend of whom I spoke is in the cutlery trade, a razor grinder—very warmhearted free & natural.
I still keep the place going at Millthorpe, & spend part of my time there—and it is good to get out into
.], quite 'uneducated' in the ordinary sense... but well-grown and finely built" (Edward Carpenter, My
evening's readings, skeletonized in the enclosed slip, were given by an ardent lover of both of us—my
deal of energy in starting off as he does, & as to his courage it is simply sublime , & he puts all my
I send all but had to separate the bundle, as it was too thick for my envelope.
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
It gives me quite a new conception of my own importance in the world.
(Give him my hearty greetings!)
Just as he was about to recite 'My Captain,' a little girl, the granddaughter of Edmund Clarence Stedman
last three or four weeks, & before returning to London tomorrow I should like to tell you something of my
Before beginning about myself, though,— many thanks for the Lippincott's article.— My Book & I , which
North Sea Interlude," and so it was natural that I should go down to the sea-shore a good deal during my
—then, two or three days ago, I went over to Browney Valley, to see my old friends the coal-miners &
Believe this, of yours most affectionately Ernest Rhys After to-day my address is again Sq.
Vistas completed in turn, my cup will be overflowing indeed.
talk with such an one often, & I am sorry that the C's are going away to the country for Easter for my
If I came, I should have to send letters to the papers here, & perhaps lecture too, to pay my way; for
I come to my last halfpenny indeed almost every week, & am getting quite used to the condition at last
copy of the book for any purpose, I shall feel honored if you will allow me to send it to you with my
Mountain Side," "Ethiopia Saluting the Colors," "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd," and "O Captain
My Captain!"
Whitman I intended writing to you to wish you good bye, but have just heard there is a chance of my seeing
Will there be any chance of my getting to speak to you?
Just as he was about to recite 'My Captain,' a little girl, the granddaughter of Edmund Clarence Stedman
Will you let me do it as my Christmas contribution to your comfort.
My Uncle (W. D O'Connor) left us yesterday with my father, for Washington— very lame and feeble.
30, 1868, Whitman informed Ralph Waldo Emerson that "Proud Music of the Storm" was "put in type for my
I look back upon my visit to the States with great pleasure—it is a lovely country—and I remember the
Please give my very kind regards to Mrs. Davis & With love to Walt. Herbert H.
I received your welcome letter of October the 22 nd —I rejoice that you and my friends at Glendale continue
I enclose my portrait and one for Morse.
I like it because I look in it as if I meant to paint or do my best in that direction!
Give my regards to all enquiring friends especially Tom Harnard and also to M Davies.
My Dear Walt, As you see by my address I am staying with a great friend of yours.
I posted a copy of my book to you about a week ago: I hope that you will read it and tell me how you
As yet, I have not taken my passage, but I hope to come early in May, and to spend a nice slice of my
Friday. 12 Well Road Hampstead London England My dear Walt: I send you three pounds £3. the sum being
I am getting ready my pictures (2) for the spring Exhibition.
My Book is getting near though not quite through the press: In one of the last chapters, I added, at
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
I twice questioned my informer before I could believe it."
"He flung it down at my door, as though the fellow meant some injury: an Italian would have handled it
I remember Thoreau saying once, when walking with him in my favourite favorite Brooklyn—"What is there
My friends laugh, and say I am getting Conservative—but I am tired of mock radicalism.'
"Well, honour honor is the subject of my story," —was the commencement of a favourite speech with him
It is all out of my hands now, and I do hope everything will turn out well.
The P.M.G usually treats me rather cavalierly over my own things: the young fellows who do the literary
Did you ever read his Story of My Heart?
I, too, often doubt any absolute empire, even the most cosmic, over the human will: that is my feeling
All my sceptical rejection of creeds and dogmas is giving place to a sense of the eternal fitness of
In my blind unreasoning egotism I mistook the shadow for the substance, and thought that "religion" was
Forgive my illogical desultory manner of writing. I think you will understand all I would convey.
Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during
My dear Mr Whitman: Am glad to see by a morning journal that you are well enough to undertake a visit
If you have no better place to go, I shall be happy to give you shelter under my roof no 15, East Seventy-fourth
In any event, I hope to hear your address, and to see you at my office.
I am anxious to have one or more contributions from you for my Cyclopedia for which we pay ten dollars
Just as he was about to recite 'My Captain,' a little girl, the granddaughter of Edmund Clarence Stedman
May 19 th 1887 My Dear Sir I greatly regret being unable to avail myself of the Poem "November Boughs
Whitman, late in life, said to Horace Traubel: "[I] take my Ruskin with some qualifications."
30, 1868, Whitman informed Ralph Waldo Emerson that "Proud Music of the Storm" was "put in type for my
50 yrs years old— Viz: I have rec'd received a draft, endorsed it, deposited it, and forgot to give my
Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during
Just as he was about to recite 'My Captain,' a little girl, the granddaughter of Edmund Clarence Stedman
Dear Walt Whitman; I have received your books and MS. and send, with my hearty thanks, a New York check
My boy, ten years old, said to me this morning, "Have you got a book with a poem in it called 'O Captain
My Captain!' I want to learn it to speak in school."
its wings to you I am faithfully yours John Hay from John Hay, acknowledging & paying for MS of "Captain
, O Captain!"
May 21 - 87 My dear Mr.
My Dear Mr Whitman It seems to be but yesterday that I saw you riding on the cars talking to the driver
again, it seems ten years, since I felt the old home Your photograph greets me every time I go into my
One of my friends came in the other day & said, "you have still got his picture hung up," & I said "yes
New Mexico, has changed me so My Dear Mr Whitman that you would not recognize me.
on the prairie with no house or food in sight when night came & had nothing to do but to roll up in my
Feb. 16th '87 My Dear Walt. This morning I had occasion to call at the house of a Mr.
announcing his "positive conviction that some of these birds sing and others fly and flirt about here for my
for me, blew into space a thousand cobwebs of genteel and ethical illusion, and, having thus shaken my
Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron or my ankles with iron?
do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my
"The chief end I purpose to myself in all my labours," wrote Dean Swift, "is to vex the world rather
and flows": "This day, before dawn, I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my
And my spirit said ' No .'"
suddenly,—reservedly, with a beautiful paucity of communication, even silently, such was its effect on my
Room 56 Borden Block, Chicago, Feby 3d 188 7 My dear and honoured Walt Whitman:— It is less than a year
I was attracted by the curious title "Leaves of Grass", opened the book at random, and my eyes met the
In the "Spring Song" and the "Song of the Depths" my orbit responded to the new attracting sun.
Imagine that I have expressed to you my sincere conviction of what I owe.
The essay is my "first effort," at the age of 30.
Sir, Having added the Editorship of this Magazine to my duties on the Pall Mall Gazette my thoughts at
gets a chance of seeing him in the seething side of affairs in this great city, but I am going to make my
I should have been glad to die before I had left such a message as my last utterance, the final outcome
But I am disobeying my doctor, who has forbidden long letters for the present.
London Aug 5. 87 My dear Friend Walt Whitman I write you from the Reading Room of the British Museum.
I have just laid it down and taken up my pen to tell you of the fresh and vigorous fruit your rattling
My address is No 48 Rue d'Orsel Paris. Very affectionately yours Percy Ives.
Those fellows have one virtue—they always use good paper: and on that I manage to do a good deal of my
Then he quietly chuckled: "But that's not surprising, not exceptional: my schemes never came to anything
I send you my love and am always affectionately yours R M Bucke Richard Maurice Bucke to Walt Whitman
My dear Whitman, I am delighted that you liked Miss Phelps's story so well.