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season of every year of your life, reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book

A curious title; but the book itself is a hundred times more curious.

It is like no other book that ever was written, and therefore, the language usually employed in notices

The book, perhaps, might be called, American Life, from a Poetical Loafer's Point of View .

The discerning reader will find in this singular book much that will please him, and we advise all who

We may add that the book was printed by the author's own hands, and that he is philosophically indifferent

without reserve and with perfect indifference to their effect on the reader's mind; and not only is the book

this gross yet elevated, this superficial yet profound, this preposterous yet somehow fascinating book

"Did you read in the books of the old- fashioned old-fashioned frigate fight?

shining , and the leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported; The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners

As seems very proper in a book of transcendental poetry, the author withholds his name from the title

For all our intellectual people, followed by their books, poems, novels, essays, editorials, lectures

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

Nature may have given the hint to the author of the "Leaves of Grass," but there exists no book or fragment

of a book, which can have given the hint to them.

In opinions, in manners, in costumes, in books, in the aims and occupancy of life, in associates, in

"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

He makes no allusions to books or writers; their spirits do not seem to have touched him; he has not

inexpressible purposes of nature, and for this haughtiest of writers that has ever yet written and printed a book

We, however, believe that this book does express the bolder results of a certain transcendental kind

Once it shunned the light; now it courts attention, writes books showing how grand and pure it is, and

In our allusions to this book, we have found it impossible to convey any, even the most faint idea of

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

E VERYTHING about the external arrangement of this book was odd and out of the way.

reader goes to a bookstore for it, he may expect to be told at first, as we were, that there is no such book

Nevertheless, there is such a book, and it is well worth going twice to the bookstore to buy it.

In this book, however, the prophecy is fairly fulfilled in the accomplishment.

The book is divided into a dozen or more sections, and in each one of these some thread of connection

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

make his way into the confidence of his readers, and his poems in time will become a pregnant text-book

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.

Rough, whose name is W ALT W HITMAN , and who calls himself a "Kosmos," has been publishing a mad book

There is the name neither of author nor publisher to this singular book—one of the most singular that

Other portions of the book are perfectly kaleidoscopic—grotesque changes rapidly succeed each other;

The book is embellished with a portrait (we presume) of the author—a rather melancholy-looking gentleman

Let him look carefully between the gilded covers of books, backed by high-sounding names, and endorsed

passages which appeal to me: "A morning glory at my window, satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books

the following sentiments; for which, and for all the good things included between the covers of his book

creations of the modern American mind; but he is no fool, though abundantly eccentric, nor is his book

again there is no patronymic, and we can only infer that this roystering blade is the author of the book

Such, as we conceive, is the key to this strange, grotesque, and bewildering book; yet we are far from

"We have glanced through this book with disgust and astonishment;—astonishment that anyone can be found

have bestowed one line of notice upon such an insult to common sense and common propriety, as this book

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

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

OUR BOOK TABLE LEAVES OF GRASS. Brooklyn, New York, 1856.

Some of these ‘leaves-droppings’ will be found at the end of the book, together with the correspondence

looking cautiously to see how the rest behave, dress, write, talk, love—pressing the noses of dead books

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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.

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

T HERE is something wholesome, fresh, invigorating, in this book, and we like it.

The book is of “healthy” tone and expression sometimes, but where is the harm?

Influence is of no account; but a few objectionable phrases ought to burn a book.

satire and sarcasm, and its often sublime and exquisite touches of poetry—it is a repulsive and nasty book

We have read the book, but cannot say with Emerson that we think it "the beginning of a great career,

It will become a "Household Book of Poetry" just about as soon as that other volume of which we read

Several years had passed away, his worse than worthless book had been forgotten, and we hoped that this

issues, published by the author himself in little pittance-editions, on trial, have just dropped the book

He is the author of a book of poetry called "Leaves of Grass," which, whatever else you may think, is

Ralph Waldo Emerson pronounced it the representative book of the poetry of our age.

Since the publication of his book, Walt Whitman has driven hack in New York, and employed the hours of

The proof of his greatness is in his book; and there is proof enough.

"This is no book," it says; "whoever touches this, touches a man."

No book exists anywhere more beautifully in earnest than this.

Of the defects in this book something also may properly be said.

Whitman puts into the book one or two lines which he would not address to a woman nor to a company of

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.

—which he has not learned in any school, at second hand, or gathered from books—or torn from parchment

And here, after so long a lapse of time,—hundreds and thousands of highly bepraised books, in the mean

day by day, and will still continue to follow them until men cease to be fools—here we say is this book

We find many things new and old in this book; the old, welcome as the familiar faces of the old Gods

And for the claims of this book to be called a book of poems, we will venture to say that there is more

NEW BOOKS.

Look here, Walt Whitman, what made you write this book, these Leaves of Grass, full of good thoughts,

You’ve made a book, it can’t be rubbed out for it is a fact.

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

I did not know, until I last night saw the book advertised in a newspaper, that I could trust the name

the last number of the I The "Leaves of Grass" is published by Thayer & Eldridge, of Boston, and the book—take

I opened the book at random, as one does a new book when leisure is wanting, and read what the pages

Expecting a favorable response, the editor of the , Henry Clapp, Jr., had forwarded a copy of Whitman's book

Her husband, however, angered that Clapp had sent the book to his wife, appropriated it and wrote a scathing

favorable response, the editor of the Saturday Press, Henry Clapp, Jr., had forwarded a copy of Whitman's book

Her husband, however, angered that Clapp had sent the book to his wife, appropriated it and wrote a scathing

written, and almost all in type, before we were aware that any similar notice had been taken of the book

Whitman's book, there is some poetry—a little—of an exquisite and peculiar cast, which flecks the surface

in Shakspeare's 'Venus and Adonis,' which is an enumeration of points better suited to Tattersall's books

Yet for the one-tenth that we have excepted we shall keep the book, and read it, not without a strange

Thayer & Eldridge have printed the book in very handsome style.

The bizarre appearance of the book also indicated a crazy origin.

A misquotation of line 258, Book VI of Virgil's Aeneid , "procul, o procul este, profane."

A misquotation of line 258, Book VI of Virgil's Aeneid, "procul, o procul este, profane."

beastiality we remember ever to have seen in print; a beastiality which is the most prominent feature of the book

The book is, in many respects abominable; in many respects the maddest folly and the merest balderdash

Stimson, the New York Day Book had a distinct proslavery agenda and billed itself as the "White Man's

publishers of the 1860–61 edition of Leaves of Grass , account at least in part for the tone of the Day Book

Stimson, the New York Day Book had a distinct proslavery agenda and billed itself as the "White Man's

publishers of the 1860–61 edition of Leaves of Grass, account at least in part for the tone of the Day Book's

the same fleet with his clipper, you must first be careened over and scrape off the barnacles of old books

Not a fierce revolution in this world's history but may be regarded as a grand psalm in the Book of Time

Before we condemn the book, let us read it. Before we cry out 'Eccentricity!'

the soft heads, on the shoulders of men and women indiscriminately, have conceived that it is a pure book

A professedly obscene book carries with it its own condemnation among decent people, and finds its own

for the Atlantic Monthly—"for sale everywhere" on respectable book-shelves—in very respectable type

The dangers of the book lie in its claiming to be a respectable book—in its claiming to be a pure book

We are inclined to think that the author considers the book a pure one.

the work, but because, being a woman, and having read the uncharitable and bitter attacks upon the book

Mashed Fireman,' 'The Sinking Ship,' or any other of the hundreds of pictures scattered throughout the book

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