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red1888poetryhandwrittenprinted1 leaf; Handwritten notes and corrections on a printed copy of the poem O Captain

My Captain!

Lincoln and celebrating ill contain the Russell Lowell election from , state papers and lett to inclu My

Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain

My Captain!" For further information on Whitman's views of Lowell, see William A.

the army hospitals, and his noble tribute to Lincoln (not so tender as the really rhythmic verses "My

Captain"), are things for young Americans to study.

Milwaukee, July 14th 1888 My dear Walt I was very very glad to get a letter from you yesterday.

that you are gaining again—I was very sorry that I could not get back to Camden—but I had to go with my

Sentenced to death after serving as captain of engineers in the Parliamentary Army during the revolution

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

Reprinted as "Interpolation Sounds" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

When reprinted in "Good-Bye My Fancy," the poem included the note, "General Sheridan was buried at the

Traubel writes: "Changed his cover design at McKay's [at] my suggestion.

I keep it among my records" (Monday, November 26, 1888).

Travel'd Roads was mostly made up of material from three previously published pieces: A Backward Glance on My

Own Road (1884), How I Made a Book (1886), and My Book and I (1887).

Retitled To the Pending Year, the poem appeared in Good-Bye My Fancy in 1891. To the year 1889

1891prose1 leafhandwritten; Draft fragment of American National Literature, first published in Good-Bye My

On July 31, he wrote John Burroughs that he had "finished (sent all copy) my little Nov: Boughs."

reads, in its entirety, "The two songs on this page are eked out during an afternoon, June, 1888, in my

Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads was drawn from three previously published pieces (A Backward Glance on My

Own Road [1884], How I Made a Book [1886], and My Book and I [1887]).

Travel'd Roads was mostly made up of material from three previously published pieces: A Backward Glance on My

Own Road (1884), How I Made a Book (1886), and My Book and I (1887).

Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads was drawn from three previously published pieces (A Backward Glance on My

Own Road [1884], How I Made a Book [1886], and My Book and I [1887]).

Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads was drawn from three previously published pieces (A Backward Glance on My

Own Road [1884], How I Made a Book [1886], and My Book and I [1887]).

My Canary Bird

mentions in a letter to Richard Maurice Bucke on February 16, 1888: "it is chilly here as I finish this—my

Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads was drawn from three previously published pieces (A Backward Glance on My

Own Road [1884], How I Made a Book [1886], and My Book and I [1887]).

No word yet from Wm Gurd in re meter—I shall not be able to fix the time of my going East untill until

On October 20, 1888, O'Connor had written Bucke that "a month ago my right eye closed, and the lid had

Earlier that year, January 23, 1888, O'Connor had described one of his attacks for Bucke:"My state of

I sat down to dinner, suddenly felt a curious still feeling, pushed back my chair, and became perfectly

The room was lighted, and four doctors were around me, and my wife and a couple of neighbors.

It was a tough of apoplexy, incident to my malady the doctor said, and a small blood vessel in my head

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; Heavily revised draft, signed, of Queries to My Seventieth Year, a poem first published in the May

Queries To My Seventieth Year

to-day —he sends me the enclosed little slip from O'C —the condition is bad, & I feel pretty gloomy ab't my

of this last attack—I only wish I could feel so, or even approximate it—But any how thank God so far my

thoughts & mental power are entirely within my control—I have written a short letter to Critic (by their

request) on the "poet" question (wh' they may print) —My sister—George's wife —has just paid me a good

K. is in Boston at a Symphony Concert and a precious ½ hour for my soul being at my disposal I feel a

strong inner impulse to pour out here in the evening solitude, my heart to you in a genuine heart-letter

O'Connor to Bucke on October 20, 1888 mentioned that "a month ago my right eye closed, and the lid had

General Philip Henry Sheridan's death (on August 5), and later as Interpolation Sounds in Good-Bye My

My friend Carpenter —one of your best friends—has sent me a copy of his "Songs of Labour"; containing

I cannot express my feelings in this Commercial language, when writing to people I love, and do not try

Whitman, late in life, said to Horace Traubel: "[I] take my Ruskin with some qualifications."

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

"So here I sit gossiping in the early candle-light of old age—I and my book—casting backward glances

over our travelled road…That I have not gained the acceptance of my own time but have fallen back on

I had my choice when I commenced.

I present my tribute, drop my bit of laurel into the still warm, firm hand of the victorious singer.

These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet, For them thy faith, thy rule, I take and grave it to

Whitman defended himself by reversing his previous commentary and writing "My Tribute to Four Poets"

Portions of this manuscript appeared in Some Personal and Old-Age Jottings, first published in Good-Bye My

been very bleak & cold here but better & sunny to day—I am quite unwell, but keep up & around & eat my

meals in moderation—(an old fellow who comes here said to me as I was eating my supper "No extremes

On January 13, 1888, Burroughs wrote: "My domestic skies are not pleasant & I seem depressed & restless

Indeed I am thinking strongly of selling my place. I am sick of the whole business of housekeeping.

volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My

lines of greeting in Munyon's Illustrated World, combining as they do the cradle and evening song of my

My brother writers have been very generous to me and I heartily thank them for it" (see also Horace Traubel

Old Chants first appeared in Truth (19 March 1891), and was reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

Commonplace Book added a few details: "He will sell me the plates of Spec: Days for $150—he gives consent to my

Days for my complete works edition—500 or 600 copies." (Whitman's Commonplace Book; Charles E.

date & name of magazine & if so I will tell you—Your letter came last evn'g—Have had beef & onions for my

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

them)—I enclose Ernest Rhys's letter, just rec'd —also two letters for you—I believe they still print my

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Ellen Emerson, and Sanborn: "There was a general agreement with my position."

'88 Thanks dear Kitty, dear friend, dear girl, for the beautiful photo—it is indeed beautiful—give my

On December 17, 1888, Katherine (Kitty) wrote to "My dear Uncle Walt": "We have once more made a nest

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

Camden 10½ a m Dec: 20 '88 Am getting along—more favorably turning than the other—relish'd my mutton-broth

Dante's filmy ghosts, rushing by with mere gibberish)—yes it is mainly all autobiographic environ'd with my

they are strengthening me & I wish to send you these few words of thanks & gratitude for the sake of my

dead love & my living grief.

My domestic skies are not pleasant & I seem depressed & restless most of the time.

Indeed I am thinking strongly of selling my place. I am sick of the whole business of housekeeping.

volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

Camden Tuesday Early PM July 17 '88 Pleasant weather warmish but not hot—my body strength & head grip

Mitchell suggested it yesterday afternoon—I feel better I suppose as I sit here, but my head is thick

to 92 inclusive proof sheets, those are all the printers given me to date—I am still sitting up—have my

Burroughs was still depressed: "I try to keep absorbed in my farm operations.

this mn'g from NY Herald, from J G B[ennett] himself ask'g me to write for the paper —I have just had my

Kossabone"; February 27, "Mannahatta"; February 29, "Paumanok"; March 1, "From Montauk Point"; March 2, "My

"Life"; April 16, "To Get the Final Lilt of Songs"; April 23, "To-day and Thee"; May 2, "Queries to My

Jan 10 '88 Am sitting here by the fire alone early afternoon & will write you a few lines—have had my

machine—After a dark storm, (with snow,) nearly a week, the sun is out this afternoon & there is a half-thaw—My

Nothing delights me more—my limitations are so many.

names, sometimes Southerners, sometimes Western or other writers of only one or two pieces,) deserve in my

Camden March 15 '88 Everything continuing on ab't the same with me—was out to dinner at my friends the

here—the throat trouble still—otherwise well—O'C[onnor] is taking massage treatment —the H[erald] has paid my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

Camden Wednesday Evn'g: Aug: 22 '88 Still keeping in my sick room.

My brother Eddy that was at Moorestown is now at Blackwoodtown. Is well.

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

Camden 3rd Jany. 188 8 Your card of 24 th Dec. came two days ago, not a little to my relief.

He lives in the next street to Cowley St. from which by the way I may have to move shortly as my sister

this at the Reading Room of British Museum, & must end it rather hurriedly having to run off to meet my

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

My dear Sir, Yours of 27 January, and Leaves of Grass, received.

I hope that you did not consider my request for your photograph impertinent.

and therefore my allusion to it.

that I did my best—however—perhaps I soared too high—in addressing Barbarians.

I had told Dowden of my not having received any reply to my cards or letters and my apprehension that

My dear friend, Again a few lines to you.

The past summer & fall have laid me up again, & I am now entering the sixth month of confinement in my

I have also a big 900 page Vol. nearly ready, combining all my writings, last revisions, &c.

If so I send him my affectionate remembrances—I am sitting by my oak-wood fire writing this (cold but

Love & thanks to you, my friend, & best best regards to my Irish friends all.

Belmont Mass Oct 20 '88 My dear W.W.

Mrs K. is in Boston at a Symphony Concert and a precious ½ hour for my soul being at my disposal I feel

We are rolling out 90–100 books at once, & every page must pass under my eye twice & receive my fecit

before it goes out,—my guarantee.

I must stop & copy a page or so (my daily stint) of my Whitman bibliography (sawdusty job rather, but

letter came in the noon mail & I will write a few lines—Glad to hear little Susie is well & send her my

bring the chicken for me—it will be acceptable—Herbert was here this forenoon but did not come up to my

(painting most likely) on the carpet—at any rate I tho't he looks hearty & well—I am still kept in my

I almost doubt if I ever will—weakness extreme—I have sold the mare & phæton—I sold her for a song—my

and one big 900 Vol. to contain all my works—you shall have them, when ready—Harry too—I send my love

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

here is this old Africa & very unhappy send a message to you in America who are helping me to bear my

They were among the last things we ever read together but a few weeks ago in England when my life seemed

I am reading your poems now again alone & in the bitterness of my heart in this place to which I have

come to struggle with my sorrow.

dead love & my living grief.

& my works' future—the backward & contemporary reference.

less evidences of gradual physical deterioration —but spirits good—appetite &c fair—& you know I begin my

70th year now in ab't two months—thank God indeed that things are as well as they are & that I & my

fortunes (literary & otherwise) are—Rainy & dark & raw here all day—I was out yesterday four hours to my

friends the Harneds —was taken & bro't back in my phæton —a lull in my Herald contributions —I send

My dear father-confessor, I feel a strong desire to be clasped closer to yr your breast, to know my friend

—Well, there, my eye lights on my memorandum of it.

I have not time to copy out my translation. affec. as always W.S.

I offer my congratulations in advance.

that item about my reading proofs) before I give him the MS.

My dear Sir : I should like, if I can do so without impertinence, to send you my grateful thanks for

You have, through them, infused into my life and into the lives of many others, a fresher, healthier

I send you a paper which I read in October last in Warrington, Lancashire, and let my sincerity and enthusiasm

be my excuse for the utter inadequacy of treatment of a subject I both love and revere.

I remain, my dear sir, with grateful thanks, Thomas Tylston Greg.

March 7: '88 I was really astonished to hear my quondam college mate—young Henry Norman —was the one

I was in the first flush of my enthusiasm for you; had just read you for the first time, & after a while

matter increases my esteem.

Charity, charity, man, I keep saying (& think of my own grievous sins).

I send you a Transcript marked, and also send you my love in unlimited quantities.