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Format : manuscript
Work title : There Was A Child Went Forth

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women

  • Date: Between about 1854 and 1860
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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.

med Cophósis

  • Date: Between 1852 and 1854
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass , Whitman included the lines: "Who learns my lesson complete?

My Lesson Have you learned my lesson complete: It is well—it is but the gate to a larger lesson—and And

mother generations guided me, / My embryo has never been torpid . . . . nothing could overlay it; /

All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me, / Now I stand on this spot with my

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

Annotations Text:

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

(Poem) Shadows

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1865
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Annotations Text:

Myself": "Looking in at the shop-windows in Broadway the whole forenoon . . . . pressing the flesh of my

Talbot Wilson

  • Date: Between 1847 and 1854
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

as two—as my soul and I; and I gu reckon it is the same with all oth men and women.— I know that my

trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists and go among the rough drivers and boatmen

I tell you just as beautiful to die; For I take my death with the dying And my birth with the new-born

lips, to the palms of my hands, and whatever my hands hold.

hands, and my head my head mocked with a prickly I am here after I remember crucifixion and bloody coronation

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