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Format : manuscript
Work title : Faces

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women

  • Date: Between about 1854 and 1860
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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whom we knew not before Then the great authors take him for an author And the great soldiers for a captain

O laugh when my eyes settle the land The imagery and phrasing of these lines bears some resemblance to

and dwells serenely behind it.— When out of a feast I eat bread only corn and roast potatoes fo for my

dinner, through my own voluntary choice it is very well and I much content, but if some arrogant head

inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through my lungs.

After all is said and

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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a makes raises but bubble of the sea-ooze in comparison with against that unspeakable Something in my

—I look back upon that time in my own days.— I have no gibes nor mocks mockings or laughter;—I have only

Annotations Text:

the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, which was ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "Backward I see in my

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

hands are cut by the

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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when I visited the Asylum and they showed me their most smeared and slobbering idiot, Yet I knew for my

for my consolation, of the great laws that emptied and broke my my brother s Whitman probably drafted

Rule in all addresses

  • Date: Before 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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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.

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