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Leaves of Grass (1891–1892)

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

WHEN I READ THE BOOK.

I see all the menials of the earth, laboring, I see all the prisoners in the prisons, I see the defective

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

The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the runaway son

be put in prison—let those that were prisoners take the keys; Let them that distrust birth and death

Cluster: Drum-Taps. (1891)

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

, throwing the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs, The salesman leaving the store, the boss, book-keeper

book-words! what are you?

Cluster: Drum-Taps. (1881)

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

, throwing the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs, The salesman leaving the store, the boss, book-keeper

book-words! what are you?

Leaves of Grass (1881–1882)

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

WHEN I READ THE BOOK.

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

book-words! what are you?

The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the runaway son

be put in prison—let those that were prisoners take the keys; Let them that distrust birth and death

Walt Whitman's Poems

  • Date: December 1875
  • Creator(s): Bayne, Peter
Text:

Until I examined his book, I did not know that the most venomously malignant of all political and social

such work as is attested in the minute drawing; and if you take any ten pages in Carlyle's greatest books

not know what to speak of, and what not to speak of, is unfit for society; and if he puts into his books

what even he would not dare to say in society, his books cannot be fit for circulation.

The poet of democracy he is not; but his books may serve to buoy, for the democracy of America, those

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1871)

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

see these sights on the earth; I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners

Leaves of Grass (1871)

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

WHEN I READ THE BOOK.

I see the menials of the earth, laboring; I see the prisoners in the prisons; I see the defective human

The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison—the run-away son

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

let the prison- keepers prison-keepers be put in prison!

Leaves of Grass (1867)

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

WHEN I READ THE BOOK.

Let the prison-keepers be put in prison! Let those that were prisoners take the keys! (Say!

The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison—the run-away son

book-words! what are you?

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

Walt Whitman And His 'Drum Taps'

  • Date: 1 December 1866
  • Creator(s): Burroughs, John
Text:

The book was still-born.

Some three score copies were deposited in a neighboring book store, and as many more in another book

The full history of the book, if it could ever be written, would be a very curious one.

But he has been a reader of men and of things, and a student of America, much more than of books.

The influence of books and works of art upon an author may be seen in all respectable writers.

Review of Leaves of Grass (1867)

  • Date: 10 November 1866
  • Creator(s): Burroughs, John
Text:

The first poem, 'Walt Whitman,' which is a compend of the book, has for its central purpose, perhaps,

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