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PAGE VIRGINIA—THE WEST . . . . . . . . 230 CITY OF SHIPS . . . . . . . . . . 230 THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY
2 Souls of men and women!
THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.
2 Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire, Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend, Parting
, To think that we are now here and bear our part. 2 Not a day passes, not a minute or second without
gayly or returning in the afternoon, my brood of tough boys accompanying me, My brood of grown and part-grown
The poet's allusions to death are among the finest passages in his works, and his songs of parting are
In reference to the position which a part of the public has taken towards the book we are reminded of
gayly or returning in the afternoon, my brood of tough boys accompanying me, My brood of grown and part-grown
image (203) but that page image is now there. fixed italics for section titles in "The Centenarian's Story
2 Souls of men and women!
THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.
2 Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire, Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend, Parting
, To think that we are now here and bear our part. 2 Not a day passes, not a minute or second without
On verso detached from Leaves of Grass, part of Poem of Joys, first published in the 1860 edition of
List to the story as my grandmother's father, the sailor, told it to me.
is but a part.
2. TEARS! tears! tears!
2.
THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.
is not enough to have this globe, or a certain time —I will have thousands of globes, and all time. 2
returning in the afternoon—my brood of tough boys accom- panying accompanying me, My brood of grown and part-grown
returning in the afternoon—my brood of tough boys accom- panying accompanying me, My brood of grown and part-grown
updated work associations for "Chants Democratic-6" ("You just maturing youth")," "Leaves of Grass-2"
2* Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and where the southwest Colorado winds!
is but a part.
vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story, Tell me what you would
I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect per- son person , that is finally right. 2.
See particularly the following lines (from the 1891–2 edition): "O the old manhood of me, my noblest
For more about the revisions of this passage, see Ed Folsom, "Walt Whitman's 'The Sleepers,'" part of
....any thing is but a part." (1855, p. 51).
starve his body.— What minutes of damnation What heightless dread, falls in the click of a moment story
can never tell , for there is something that underlies and overtops me, of whom I am an effusion a part