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to speed take me truly really on to deep waters Now, now to thy divinest venture (I will not call it my
Good bye My Fancy | Sail out for Good Etc | Page 7—Good Bye My Fancy This manuscript is a draft of "Sail
"; Good bye My Fancy | Sail out for Good Etc | Page 7—Good Bye My Fancy; Transcribed from digital images
group of little children, and their ways and chatter, flow in, upon me Like welcome rippling water o'er my
Have lost my recognition of your silent ever-swaying power, ye mighty, elemental throes, In which and
Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?
After the dazzle of Day After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark dark night shows to my eyes the
stars; After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart my soul, moves
Far back, related on my mother's side, Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died; (Had been a sailor
—these his the last words—when Jenny came, he sat there dead; Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my
—"Step-along, my bullies!" Come, bullies, hop, now! hop now!" (9 Mixture of passengers .
My situation is rather a pleasant one.
There are many peculiarities in New Orleans that I shall jot down at my leisure in these pages.
My health was most capital; I frequently thought indeed that I felt better than ever before in my life
After changing my boarding house, Jef. and I were, take it altogether, pretty comfortable.
My own pride was touched—and I met their conduct with equal haughtiness on my part.
O Captain! my Captain! O Captain! my Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.
O Captain! my Captain!
This manuscript is a signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!
of the verso of this manuscript is currently unavailable.; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.; Transcribed from digital images of the original.
jibs appear in the offing—steamers with pennants of smoke— and under the noonday forenoon sun Where my
Where my gaze as now sweeps ocean river and bay.
the undulation of your one wave, its trick to me transfer W C ould you but breathe one breath upon my
smoke Some vast soul, like a planet's, bound, arrested, tied, Watching the distant, shadowy sails, the My
Where day and night I wend thy surf‑beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, Thy
Counting the tally of the surf‑suggestions wordless utterance of these liquid tongues And To pass within my
utterance tale of subterranean toil and wrongs Unf For once Seems here C c onfided to me * To pass within my
.— The old house in which my father's grand parents lived, (and their parents probably before them, )
—Some of them are yet represented by descendants in New England My father's grandfather was quite a large
—My father's father I never saw.— Mother's family lived only two or three miles from West Hills—on a
—Her mother 's (my great grandmother's) maiden name was Mary Woolley, and her father Capt: Williams,
the lampblack and oil with which the canvass covering of the stage was painted, would make me.— After my
Hannah Brush, (my grandmother Whitman) had only one brother, who died a young man—(the grave-stones from
and legislatures—but presently I expect to see myself in magazines, schools, and legislatures—or that my
(Returning to my pages' front once more, resuming all, Songs, sorrows, tragedies, with stalwart joys—O
A glance look —a flashing token of my‑ myself self—to future time.
Returning to my pages' front once
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
Poem for of of adherence to of my adherence the good old cause the "good old cause" is that in all its
series of lectures & readings &c. through different cities of the north, to supply myself with funds for my
series of lectures & readings &c. through different cities of the north, to supply myself with funds for my
Do you ask me what are my own particular dangers and complaints—what is taken that belongs to me—I complain
O joy of my spirit uncaged—it hops like a bird on the grass mounds of earth.
O joy of my spirit
The first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery
A similar line in that poem reads: "O the joy of my spirit! It is uncaged!
original "Inscription" to the 1867 edition, ultimately appearing under the title "Small the Theme of My
Myself": "Looking in at the shop-windows in Broadway the whole forenoon . . . . pressing the flesh of my
by my children? Are to be they really failures? are they sterile, incompetent yieldings after all?
Are they not indeed to be as victorious shouts from my children?
Lived in Classon from May 1st '56, '7 '8 '9 Lived in Portland av. from May 1st '59 '60 '61 Sarah White, my
up before the fire, just like a man—was every way decided and masculine in behavior The tradition of my
giving others the same chances and rights as myself— As if it were not indis‑ indispensable pensable to my
—What seek you do you want among my haughty and jealous democracies of the north?
woman, or my flesh and blood.
—There are my officers and my courts.—At the Capitol is my Legislature.
—It is foreign to my usages, as to my eyes and ears.—Go back to the power that sent you.
free cities, or my teeming country towns, or along my rivers, or sea shore.— 19 But why do I babble
Isaac v Joseph Stephen & Jesse (my grandfather) sons of Nehemiah Whitman Phebe daughters Hannah Brush
See, for instance: "I take my place among you as much as among any," (1855, p. 48); "Nor do I understand
.; TThis manuscript bears some similarity in subject to the poem that became "Who Learns My Lesson Complete
Calamus 18. p 363 City of my walks and joys!
little you h You city : what do y you repay me for my daily walks joys Not these your crowded rows of
delicious athletic love fresh as nature's air and herbage— —offering me full repa respon ds se equal of my
my own, These repay me—Lovers, continual Lovers continu only repay me.— This manuscript is a draft of
City of my walks and joys
levee in life,— After death Now when I am looked back upon, I will I hold levee, after death, I lean on my
left elbow—I take ten thousand lovers, one after another, by my right hand.— I have all lives, all effects
4 To me I subject all the teachings of the schools, and all dicta and authority, to my the tests of myself
And myself,—and I encourage you to subject the same to the tests of yourself—and to subject me and my
meet and drawing their love in Never losing old friends, or new ones; and finding new on every day of my
Hear my fife!—I am a recruiter Who Come, who will join my troop?
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were eventually revised and published as "My
Hear my fife
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were eventually revised and published as "My
of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as "My
In a the garden, the world, I, a new Adam, again wander, Curious, here behold my resurrection after ages
is wondrous—I am myself most wondrous, The All is I have con I exist, I peer and penetrate still, By my
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including these lines) were eventually revised and published as "My
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including these lines) were eventually revised and published as "My
The first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery
O laugh when my eyes settle the land The imagery and phrasing of these lines bears some resemblance to
similarity to the following line in the poem eventually titled "I Sing the Body Electric": "As I see my
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.
.— When my little friend Tom Thumb, travelled with the circus he stood behind the stand, in a Missouri
Such boundless and affluent souls. . . . . . . bend your head in reverence, my man!
.— (He could say) I know well enough the perpetual myself in my poems—but it is because the universe
am a Russ, An arctic sailor traversing I traverse the sea of Kara A Kamskatkan Kamchatkan drawn on my
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.
faces of my kind something that presents the sentiment of the Druid walking in the woods " " of the Indian
The first several lines of the notebook draft were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The
swear I will am can not to evade any part of myself, Not America, nor any attribute of America, Not my
body—not friendship, hospitality, procreation, Not my soul—not the last explanation of prudence, Not
Part of "Pictures" was published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American in October 1880 and later incorporated
thousands, each one with his entry to himself; They are always watching with their little eyes, from my
head to my feet.
lift put the girder of the earth a globe the house away if it lay between me and whatever I wanted.— My
Henceforth After this day, A touch shall henceforth be small Little things is shall be are henceforth my
my tongue proof and argument It They shall tell s for me that people In them, the smallest least of
over all, and what we thought death is but life brought to a finer parturition.— An inch's contact My
The clearest relation is to the line: "A minute and a drop of me settle my brain" (1855, p. 33), but