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

The last of these is an epic poem of twelve books that became the Roman Empire's national epic.

The last of these is an epic poem of twelve books that became the Roman Empire's national epic.

would suspect that this comic strain proceeded from the author of "My Study Window," and "Among my Books

Catholic religion, nor is it Christianity in any sense, though the Bible is one of the writer's favourite books

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

CONCERNING OLD AND NEW BOOKS, With a Hint at the Wisdom of Times and Seasons. [Written by Mrs.

It is a curious paradox that while books are certainly indispensable to our modern life, their chief

The book which starts no echo is without meaning to us.

Concerning Old and New Books

title is well enough chosen, for it is odd, and it bears no clear relation to the contents of his book

, and in this oddness and apparent incoherency it resembles much in the book.

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

Poet or not, however, there was that in Walt Whitman's first book which compels attention to his second

Whitman for his first book is past.

There were reasons in the preponderant beastliness of that book why a decent public should reject it;

The pieces of the new book are nearly all very brief, but generally his expression is freer and fuller

strange, shadowy sort of pleasure, but they do not satisfy, and you rise from the perusal of this man's book

WALT WHITMAN calls his latest book November Boughs , and in more ways than one it testifies and it appeals

Apart from the social import of his first book ("without yielding an inch, the working-man and working-woman

the reader that these are as innocent as so many sprays of apple blossom, and that he may take the book

The book is well named : it is meditative and reminiscent, with a sober fragrance in it like the scent

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

I T is rather remarkable that Walt Whitman's last book, "The Two Rivulets," should have received so little

Yet this book contains, perhaps, the best defence of Democracy which has been offered of late years,

by 20 low-ceiling'd room something like a big old ship's cabin," in literary disorder of papers and books

'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 last book, November Boughs as he calls it, published in the winter of the old man's life, reveals

Of late years the name of Walt Whitman has been a good deal bandied about in books and magazines.

that he was not unacquainted with the works of Herbert Spencer; and yet where, in all the history books

Now, how is the poet to convince like nature, and not like books?

the poet must study his fellow-countrymen and himself somewhat like a traveler on the hunt for his book

There is a sense, of course, in which all true books are books of travel; and all genuine poets must

We remember to have seen a brief criticism of the book in dear dead Putnam , by a critic who seemed to

If you attempt to gather the meaning of the whole book, you fail utterly.

Yet there are passages in the book of profound and subtle significance, and of rare beauty; with passages

so gross and revolting, that you might say of them, as the Germans say of bad books— Sie lassen sich

W goes through his book, like one in an ill-conditioned dream, perfectly nude, with his clothes over

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

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

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

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

. ∗ 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

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

Altogether the book might seem to a too-fanciful critic to have abandoned, at least in externals, its

But it is still as ever far more easy to argue for or against the book than to convey a clear account

For the answers we must refer the reader to the book that it may give its own reply.

"You shall," he says at the beginning of his book: "You shall no longer take things at second or third

No Englishman, no one indeed, whether American or Englishman, need be deterred from reading this book

The book was published posthumously in 1869 and gained renown as a significant text of urban writing.

best characterizations of "Leaves of Grass" is that of a lady, who said: "It does not read like a book

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

That beside its assured hearty reception the book will be much maligned and ridiculed is a matter of

The book teems with the ecstasy of being.

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

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

The book is too radical, too free, too independent and far too true to make its conquest of a popular

To the question, "Will the book and the man ever be popular?"

But let us take a survey of the book. Let us see how far it fits the foregoing remarks.

Since I have seen him, I am not disturbed by any brag or egoism in his book. He is a great fellow.

There are two or three pieces in the book which are disagreeable, at least, simply sensual.

there is in their very construction an element of the magnificent old Hebrew rhythm which marks the book

— The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.

A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect, But you ye untold latencies, will

It is true that there are in this book things which no man observant of conventions would have dared

It is the title of a book that has been challenged by the conservers of public morals as unfit to be

As usual in such cases, the reaction increased the demand for the book to such an extent that several

The book is full of such salt-sea breezes of expression as these: O the joy of a manly selfhood!

And is there nothing in the book to condemn?

A morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books."

From a book of 107 pages it has developed into the compact work of to-day.

His life and his book are so interwoven, that it is premature to write "finis" to the latter until the

The solid sense of the book is a sober certainty.

Few if any copies of the book were sold.

Whitman, like his book, is strong. It is himself that speaks, not the echo of another.

.; American writer (1825–1878) who wrote for newspapers, travel books, novels, poetry, and critical essays

the latter kind by any means few; although, undoubtedly, the predominating qualities throughout the book

A better printed book, coming even from Boston, we have not seen in a good while.

seen Walt Whitman to our knowledge; nor do we know anything of him further than we learn from his 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

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.

Elsewhere, there is some philosophy in the book; there are pages of force and rough beauty; there is

The book is not the creation of a literary quack.

We hold much of his book to be infamous according to the universal code of ethics; and contrary to all

"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

—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

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.

. * I T has been a melancholy task to read this book; and it is a still more melancholy one to write

Whitman is very fond of blowing his own trumpet, and he has made very explicit claims for his book.

your dear sake, O soldiers, And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades; The words of my book

He tells us, in the lines quoted, that the words of his book are nothing.

We look in vain, however, through your book for a single idea.

and prose, but also digests of facts and events, copies of important documents, etc.), compiled into book-length

A NEW BOOK BY MR. WHITMAN. A new book has just come to us from America, from Mr. Walt Whitman.

The book opens with an article of thirteen pages, called "A Backward Glance o'er Travel'd Roads."

Probably by the time this notice is in print the book will be in the hands of the English publishers,

and even absorbing interest there is in store for those, who shall by-and-bye possess and read the book

A New Book By Mr. Whitman

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.

New Books

If they can see nothing in this book except indecency and bombastic truisms, the inference must be that

tedious and helpless prose, leaves our vision clear for the occasional glimpses of beauty that the book

much purer than the stained and distorted reflection of its animalism in Leaves of Grass, that the book

The review contains discussions of recent books by D. G.

The review contains discussions of recent books by D. G.

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.

They have been vaunted extravagantly by a band of extravagant disciples; and the possessors of the books

Now that they are thrust into our faces at the book stalls there must be a reexamination of the myth

He calls the new book "Two Rivulets," for it contains a stream of prose and a stream of verse: Two Rivulets

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

Whitman gives his own portrait from life in the book-a large, bending gray-haired man, 'looking at you

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

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.

The book consists of 140 pp., clear but compact print, prose, and poetry; and to readers of Leaves of

poetical pieces, mostly short, under the general heading of Sands at Seventy ; and the remainder of the book

The book is to be had for a dollar and a quarter (about 5s.) from David McKay, publisher, Philadelphia

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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

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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