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Nor is it only in the form of the pieces composing the book that he follows a double line.

I close my extracts from advance sheets of the book with two little pieces of a political character:

Possibly a reference to book 11 of the Odyssey.

Probably a misquotation of "Stone walls do not a prison make,/ Nor iron bars a cage;/ Minds innocent

and quiet take/ That for an hermitage" from Richard Lovelace's "To Althea: From Prison."

.; Possibly a reference to book 11 of the Odyssey.; The "seven cities" refer to Chios, Athens, Rhodes

mystic.; Several lines from the poem are omitted.; Probably a misquotation of "Stone walls do not a prison

;/ Minds innocent and quiet take/ That for an hermitage" from Richard Lovelace's "To Althea: From Prison

The book might pass for merely hectoring and ludicrous, if it were not something a great deal more offensive

We know only, that, in point of style, the book is an impertinence towards the English language; and

"Leaves of Grass"—An Extraordinary Book. Here we have a book which fairly staggers us.

Its author is Walter Whitman, and the book is a reproduction of the author.

The contents of the book form a daguerreotype of his inner being, and the title page bears a representation

All who read it will agree that it is an extraordinary book, full of beauties and blemishes, such as

'Leaves of Grass'—An Extraordinary Book

We omit much even in this short extract, for the book abounds in passages that cannot be quoted in drawing-rooms

The preface of the book contains an inestimable wealth of this unworked ore—it is a creed of the material

A single glance of it mocks all the investigations of man, and all the instruments and books of the earth

or Asia…a wandering savage, A farmer, mechanic, or artist…a gentleman, sailor, lover orquaker, A prisoner

Its title-page, as will be seen, bears upon it the name of no author, and the book is ushered into the

teacher of the thoughtfulest, a farmer, mechanic, or artist, a gentleman, sailor, lover, or quaker, a prisoner

Are they not all written in the "golden" book aforesaid?—a book which Mr.

When we read that eulogy we were satisfied that this volume would prove to us a sealed book, and that

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the straining after at least the appearance of total originality, but to give future readers of this book

Martin Farquhar Tupper (1810-1889) wrote Proverbial Philosophy , a book of didactic moral and religious

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Martin Farquhar Tupper (1810-1889) wrote Proverbial Philosophy, a book of didactic moral and religious

Not only does the donor send us the book, but he favours us with hints—pretty broad hints—towards a favourable

I rubbed my eyes a little, to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is

Whitman into literature, talking like a man unaware that there was ever hitherto such a production as a book

After poetry like this, and criticism like this, it seems strange that we cannot recommend the book to

to the disadvantage of our excellent laureate,—and to whom Mr Emerson writes that he finds in his book

The book he pronounces "the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed

In that state he would write a book exactly like Walt Whitman's . Earth!

great authors and schools, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books

Three-fourths of Walt Whitman's book is poetry as catalogues of auctioneers are poems.

Martin Farquhar Tupper (1810-1889) wrote Proverbial Philosophy, a book of didactic moral and religious

The man is the true impersonation of his book—rough, uncouth, vulgar.

cannot tell, unless it means a man who thinks that the fine essence of poetry consists in writing a book

We should have passed over this book, Leaves of Grass, with indignant contempt, had not some few Transatlantic

suppose that Walt Whitman has been learning to write, and that the compositor has got hold of his copy-book

We will neither weary nor insult our readers with more extracts from this notable book.

We shall not aid in extending the sale of this intensely vulgar, nay, absolutely beastly book, by telling

E. has not read some passages in the book, or that he lends his name to this vile production of a vitiated

On opening the book we first beheld, as a frontispiece, the picture of a man in his shirt sleeves, wearing

From this title page we learned that the book was entitled , and was printed at Brooklyn in the year

Then returning to the fore-part of the book, we found proof slips of certain review articles about the

It is a lie to write a review of one's own book, then extract it from the work in which it appeared and

This doctrine is exemplified in the book by a panorama as it were of pictures, each of which is shared

The form of the book has been changed from 4 to 16mo, and the typography is much improved.

But the book is not one that warrants its dismissal with disgust or contempt.

Leaves , a larger edition appeared, and that again is followed by a third and still more pretentious book

The egotism of the book is amusing. Mr.

By the booksellers of the United States generally the book was ignored, but it could be obtained by the

, but for scientific examples, introduced as they might be in any legal, medical, or physiological book

So much for the matter of the book. As to the manner, it is the same as that with which Mr.

It is however, as a printed book, got up in a splendid manner, and is electrotyped for the sake of cheapness

It is a book of poetry such as may well please twenty-one year old statesmen and philosophers, and people

. ∗ N OT the least surprising thing about this book is its title.

Walt Whitman's book.

with John Lord Campbell on the woolsack, and a certain act of his still unrepealed on the statute-book

It is a book evidently intended to lie on the tables of the wealthy.

Such books as this have occasionally been printed in the guise of a scrofulous French novel, On grey

Walt Whitman really be a poet, and if the contents of this book really be poetry, what Shakespeare and

The book was immediately pronounced by Ralph Waldo Emerson to be "the most extraordinary piece of wit

Other critics followed suit, and Walt Whitman became as famous as the author of the Book of Mormon.

, for which the publishers "confidently claim recognition as one of the finest specimens of modern book-making

and Mine, We must not leave our readers under the impression that there is nothing in Walt Whitman's book

'Sensation books,' or what are so called, are now the rage, and each successive production of this kind

Their authors for the most part belong to the foggy or to the flippant schools of book-makers; for the

And now we have another 'sensation' book—an anti-slavery affair—one of the brood spawned by 'Uncle Tom

As a work of art it will be as ephemeral as most books of its class.

The appearance of Walt Whitman's new book of poems, conjointly with Ward's "Indian Hunter," is not without

All the hapless silent lovers, All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked, All

His book is, as Mr. Rossetti admirably observes, the poem of personality and democracy.

It is but a book of extracts. In its class, however, it is a model.

If, however, there are books of which one should know much while one cannot afford him to know all, we

cultivated Englishmen who have crossed the Atlantic, met the author, and learned to admire him and his books

into this country from America, the general verdict of those who had an opportunity of examining the book

The was a collection of popular cheaply printed blue-bound books sold by peddlers.

The Bibliothèque bleue was a collection of popular cheaply printed blue-bound books sold by peddlers.

There is nothing in that which you may not read, or the book would not be noticed in these columns.

The shape of the prisoner's place in the court-room, and of him or her seated in the place; The shape

Fortnightly Review : 'Having occasion to visit New York soon after the appearance of Walt Whitman's book

There was not, apparently, a single book in the room….

The books he seemed to know and love best were the Bible, Homer, and Shakespeare: these he owned, and

These books have just been reprinted, and are now once more accessible to the admirers of Mr.

Walt Whitman to the general reader—indeed, his books are only fit for those who make researches in literature

The volumes will, however, be looked after by hunters of curiosities in the book world.

It is not apparent, however, that the new book is greatly superior to the old in typography, although

If evil is in him, it is in his book.

His book is one of courage, most downright in its dogmatics, and says its say apparently without the

This is a book which makes not only war upon nearly all traditional theories of true poetry, but in many

And yet there are gleams in his book, not only of great things, but of possibly magnificent ones.

"The Singer in the Prison" (p. 292) beginning O sight of pity, shame and dole !

We say of him, and of all who have assisted in the making of his book, that they are guilty of an act

The book will be more readily purchased and read, at any rate; and that is the main point.

We have not discovered that the book has lost anything of its characteristic outspoken independence,

room for our poet's creed of Individualism, and close therewith our quotations from this remarkable book

patience and pluck of James R.Osgood & Co., the Boston publishers, speaks to the world by his new book

The book is running over with the writer's own personality and the two must be treated as one.

In this light read Whitman's book, and lines fine, in their way, as any in Homer or Shakespeare shall

we neglected to protest, on the very threshold of the subject, against the coarse filthiness of the book

We are not sure that the book is not amenable to the laws against sending obscene literature through

The plea that the book is "literature" does not excuse such unmitigated and indefensible nastiness as

To write such a book and send it forth to the world with a complacent smirk required great courage—or

this volume: I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my book

which fell dead from the press before he betook himself to the composition of his great work, his only book

If his book had had a motto it should have been, "Nihil humani a me alienum puto."

This book is an American classic. [Leaves of Grass By Walt Whitman. Philadelphia, Rees, Welsh & Co.

The "fleshly" pieces, of which so much has been said, and which endangered the circulation of the book

The book is virile. In many places it has the smell of damp loam or of new-mown grass.

The book is unobjectionable so far as we have noticed, and there is not a little that can be said in

The next sixty pages of the book are devoted to reminiscences of the Civil War, gathered in the Union

finally, a few concluding paragraphs under the forcible heading "The real war will never get into the books

Many pages of this book might be transferred to by simply a rearrangement of lines.

Less a man of books, more a man of men,—less a recluse, more a man of the world,—than either Carlyle

certainly is—a man of vast reading, fulfilled more than most students with what is to be had from books

a certain breadth of historic grandeur, of peace or war, far surpassing all the vaunted samples of book-heroes

dysentery, inflammations, and blackest and loathsomest of all, the dead and living burial-pits, the prison

(not Dante's pictured hell, and all its woes, its degradations, filthy torments, excell'd those prisons

Whitman's 'Specimen Days and Collect' is a book to be picked up at an odd moment and read in instalments

Here at last is a book by Walt Whitman, in whose pages no mawkish morality and squinting prudery can

It is not an easy book to characterize, but it is a book which every lover of our literature will prize

Walt Whitman's New Book. * T HERE is a word which is a great favorite of Mr.

A reader of palms who reads his books will assert beforehand that he has broad, long and thick hands,

New York Walt Whitman's New Book

Ruskin, to mention no others, should be found quoted in the advertisement of his book has long puzzled

Part of the present prose has appeared before in his books, part in the magazines, and part in the newspapers

words, "I greet you at the beginning of a great career," and have flaunted them upon the cover of his book

But, in the first place, Whitman is ignorant: this book, with its scrawled title-age, furnishes abundant

Book of Ezekiel 2:1. The edition of Messrs.

Book of Ezekiel 2:1.; The edition of Messrs.

Whitman still feels the wounds made by the "marked anger and contempt" with which his book was received

The verse, "Sands at Seventy," occupies only a few pages of the book.

This book is as varied in contents as its author's own mind.

Everything in this book is interesting, though the portion which will probably be most closely read is

identified with place and date, in a far more candid and comprehensive sense than any hitherto poem or book

Leaves of Grass," let the author speak further:— I should say it were useless to attempt reading the book

In this book the answer is written simply enough:— I say the profoundest service that poems or any other

The author's later verse makes the second division of the book, and is gathered under the title, "Sands

The latter half of the book consists of papers of varying length on literary, personal, and other themes

A portrait of the author taken from life in his seventieth year is the frontispiece of the book, and

The bulk of the book will prove tedious to all except his admirers, and nothing that he might write will

The book has a good portrait of Whitman taken in his seventieth year. [Philadelphia: David McKay.

One other book from America.

Our Eminent Visitors, The Bible as Poetry, Burns as Poet and Person, Tennyson, Shakespeare, English Books

A MELANCHOLY BOOK. GOOD-BYE, MY FANCY. An Annex to Leaves of Grass By Walt Whitman. 8vo, pp. 66.

lucubrations, and apparently the general public have not fatigued his publisher with orders for his books

of Grass," which he does not like to think will be relegated to the limbo of unused or unreadable books

Several books of considerable interest have been published this month, but there is no one book which

A very different book is the latest collection of the poems of Walt Whitman, entitled "Good-bye, My Fancy

The book is published as a memorial of war times.

Of the English books, that which bears most closely upon current affairs is Harold Frederic's volume

His book on "The Young Emperor" is thoroughly characteristic.

'For Queen Victoria's Birthday,' 'The Pallid Wreath' and 'Unassail'd Renown'; but the bulk of the book—its

Whitman's beliefs come out singularly strong and triumphant here and there among the creed-leaves of the book

Indeed, the whole book is a book of 'last words' from dying lips sealing a life that has been blameless

His latest book does not challenge criticism; it is evidently the work of a mind sorely diseased, worn

There is nothing of any value whatever in this book.