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Youth's Companion

  • Date: 2014
  • Creator(s): Susan Belasco
Annotations Text:

.; Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).

You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

August now;) You pallid banner-staves—you pennants valueless—you over- stay'd overstay'd of time, Yet my

You Felons on Trial in Courts.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

You Felons on Trial in Courts.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

You Felons on Trial in Courts.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

You Felons on Trial in Courts

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth

Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm'd, uncertain

, The sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination

Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth

Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm'd, uncertain

, The sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination

The Yellow Fever At Quarantine

  • Date: 7 July 1858
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

The ship Greenland also arrived yesterday from Havana, the former Captain (Bates of Augusta, Me) having

Captain Varnum, formerly first mate of the bark Ocean Home, brought the ship to New York, and was yesterday

Yellow Fever

  • Date: 8 July 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

.— The New York Times pretends that there is yellow fever in this city, because the Captain of the Brig

The facts seem to be that, on last Wednesday it was reported to Health officer Boyd, that the captain

Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me; Must I change my

said I to my- self myself ; Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf- fled baffled ?

Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me, Must I change my

Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me; Must I change my

Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me, Must I change my

Year of Meteors (1859-60)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

indifferent , but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds, you mounted the scaffold;) I would sing in my

know not why, but I loved you…(and so go forth little song, Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my

love, and drop these lines at his feet;) —Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my

bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her moving swiftly

Year of Meteors.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

indifferent , but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds, you mounted the scaffold;) —I would sing in my

know not why, but I loved you…(and so go forth little song, Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my

love, and drop these lines at his feet;) —Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my

bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her, moving swiftly

Year of Meteors.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold;) I would sing in my

, and singled you out with attachment;) Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my

bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her moving swiftly

Year of Meteors.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold;) I would sing in my

, and singled you out with attachment;) Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my

bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her moving swiftly

The Wound-Dresser.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

that love me, (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my

fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or

2 O maidens and young men I love and that love me, What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden

Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the

thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen, These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my

The Wound-Dresser.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

that love me, (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my

fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or

2 O maidens and young men I love and that love me, What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden

Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the

thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen, These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my

A Word Out of the Sea

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Loud I call to you my love!

am, my love.

Hither, my love! Here I am! Here!

O what is my destination? O I fear it is henceforth chaos!

steadily up to my ears, Death, Death, Death, Death, Death.

A Word Out of the Sea

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Loud I call to you, my love!

who I am, my love.

Hither, my love! Here I am! Here!

But my love no more, no more with me!

O what is my destination?

A Woman Waits for Me

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me: It is I, you women—I make my

babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

A Woman Waits for Me.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

It is I, you women—I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love you, I do not hurt

babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

A Woman Waits for Me.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

It is I, you women, I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you, I do not

babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

A Woman Waits for Me.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

It is I, you women, I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you, I do not

babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

Woman in the Pulpit—Sermon by Mrs. Lydia Jenkins, Last Night

  • Date: 6 September 1858
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

I give my hand and my heart to this work.”

friend and hear him say with tearful eyes, “You inspired me with hope when all was dark—you removed my

With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, (

With Antecedents.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WITH ANTECEDENTS. 1 WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages

to-day and America could no-how be better than they are. 3 In the name of These States, and in your and my

name, the Past, And in the name of These States, and in your and my name, the Present time.

With Antecedents

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; With all which, had

In the name of These States, and in your and my name, the Past, And in the name of These States, and

in your and my name, the Present time.

With Antecedents.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WITH ANTECEDENTS. 1 WITH antecedents, With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,

to-day and America could no-how be better than they are. 3 In the name of these States and in your and my

name, the Past, And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.

With Antecedents.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

WITH ANTECEDENTS. 1 WITH antecedents, With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,

to-day and America could no-how be better than they are. 3 In the name of these States and in your and my

name, the Past, And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 9

  • Date: 27 June 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

But this is not the case with my present subject.

My subject deserves a very favorable notice.

The further development of these ideas, as soon to be tested, will no doubt confer on my subject the

My subject is a jovial, good humored man (who indeed ever knew a big stout man that wasn’t?

The real aristocrat is not you, but my subject.

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 8

  • Date: 18 June 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

, so that I cannot, in justice to the district, omit adding so honorable and excellent a citizen to my

I may say, without fear of contradiction, that though my subject has not long resided in the 19th ward

My subject has filled other prominent positions before his present one.

With some of his kinsmen, my subject is engaged just now in developing the resources and augmenting the

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 7

  • Date: 10 June 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

have to picture a man for whom I entertain a sincere respect, though I am not blind to his faults, as my

In order to place his personality before my readers without mistake, I will apply to him an epithet by

To drop the simile, however, I may describe my subject as a tall, muscular, robust man, with a voice

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 6

  • Date: 6 June 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

My school boy reminiscences are not of the brightest—in fact I look on the guides of the rising generation

enlarge, as orators often do, on the dignity and responsibility of the educational vocation; but for my

part I would prefer to see my subject in a wider and more public sphere of usefulness than that afforded

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 5

  • Date: 2 June 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

My subject is in prosperous circumstances, and is one of the few men of that class who have become prominent

So far the good qualities of my subject in public life.

My subject is sometimes too fast. His energy sometimes goes ahead of his prudence.

In truth there is too much progression about him to always suit my conservative ideas.

Some time ago my subject was inducted into a post of considerable political importance in another part

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 4

  • Date: 30 May 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

I commence my fourth series by PORTRAIT No. 10.

I approach the next picture in my gallery of portraits with no little anxiety.

For my own part, I am not blind to the fact that my subject is a better friend to himself than to anybody

man is richer than you, and from this, no doubt, a good deal of envy and enmity has been excited by my

PORTRAIT No. 11 A certain antagonism between the men leads my ideas from the above to my present subject

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 3

  • Date: 26 May 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

I hear that some of my former portraits have not been high colored and flattering enough to suit the

My subject is a tall sedate man, whose grey hair and invariable spectacles make him seem older at first

The impression which his speeches always leave on my mind is—"This was not a first class speech, but

I almost fear that my present subject is one of the former description—yet as my series of sketches would

And there is no more hard-working man in the city than my subject, who labors unceasingly for the good

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 2

  • Date: 21 May 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

I am rather gratified to find that my first sketches were generally recognized, and their fidelity admitted

My subject is wealthy, and a bachelor—and I need hardly add, therefore, that he likes fun, amusement,

My subject never runs for office, seldom or never attends a public meeting; and, we verily believe never

But I ought not to call my subject “a little man,” after all—for is he not a great man?

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 10

  • Date: 26 July 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Some of my readers doubtless imagine that my series of sketches had come to an end, as they have not

from the city, and a multiplicity of other engagements, have hitherto prevented me from continuing my

Tall, portly, good-humored in feature as in fact, my subject is known, admired, and respected by all

In a word, he is my model of what an intelligent citizen’s conduct should be, in matters political.

Perrin never equaled my subject as a manager and facilitator of legislative business.

Williamsburgh Word Portraits, No. 1

  • Date: 18 May 1859
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Williamsburghers, that he who runs may read, and that all may recognize the subjects depicted, without my

My effort shall be to describe the lineaments of each so faithfully, that all who have seen the men shall

The subject of my next sketch is middle sized, with a good humored face, and an utterance so rapid as

One sketch more, and my chapter is done.

Wild Frank's Return

  • Date: November 1841
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

trifling suffusion spread over his face; "if you like, I'll put the saddle on Black Nell—she's here at my

Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now in Hand

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

doned abandoned ; Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—Let go your hand from my

it, Nor do those know me best who admire me, and vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my

love, (unless at most a very few,) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only—they will do just

Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now in Hand.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

don'd abandon'd ; Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—Let go your hand from my

those know me best who admire me, and vaunt- ingly vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my

love, (unless at most a very few,) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only—they will do just

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

be abandon'd, Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let go your hand from my

acquire it, Nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my

love (unless at most a very few) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

be abandon'd, Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let go your hand from my

acquire it, Nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my

love (unless at most a very few) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just

Who Was Swedenborg?

  • Date: 15 May 1858
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

“That very night,” says he, “the eyes of my inner man were opened, and I was able to look into heaven

I saw those who were dead here, but they were living there; I saw many persons of my acquaintance, some

Who Learns My Lessons Complete

Text:

Who Learns My Lessons Complete

Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Who Learns My Lesson Complete? WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?

as every one is im- mortal immortal ; I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and

how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And pass'd from a babe in the creeping

And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and

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