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all so dear to me—what you are, (whatever it is,) I become a part of that, whatever it is; Southward

Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my ever-united lands—my body no more inevitably united, part

to part, and made one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY;

all so dear to me—what you are, (whatever it is), I become a part of that, whatever it is Southward there

Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my ever-united lands—my body no more inevitably united, part

to part, and made one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY;

all so dear to me—what you are, ( what- ever whatever it is,) I become a part of that, whatever it is

Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my ever united lands —my body no more inevitably united, part

to part, and made one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY,

I am your poet, because I am part of you; O days by-gone! Enthusiasts! Antecedents!

I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not my body—not friendship

is for my sake, I take you to be mine, you beautiful, terrible, rude forms. 11* CHANTS DEMOCRATIC. 2.

Recall ages—One age is but a part—ages are but a part; Recall the angers, bickerings, delusions, superstitions

Have I forgotten any part? Come to me, whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.

Whitman also numbered each leaf in the lower-left corner in pencil: the leaves follow the order 1-9, 9 1/2

The expression "the Eightieth year of / These States" at the top of leaf 2 indicates that Whitman was

Whitman's reference to the sinking of the San Francisco indicates that this notebook, "or at least part

and published as My Picture-Gallery in The American in October 1880 and then in Leaves of Grass as part

The poem was later published in as part of the "Autumn Rivulets" cluster (1881, p. 310).

Whitman's reference to the sinking of the San Francisco indicates that this notebook, "or at least part

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.

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.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 269 The Centenarian's Story

List to the story as my grandmother's father, the sailor, told it to me.

is but a part.

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY. VOLUNTEER OF 1861-2.

It is well—a lesson like that, always comes good; I must copy the story, and send it eastward and west

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

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

Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my ever united lands—my body no more inevitably united, part

to part, and made one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably united, and made one identity,

all so dear to me—what you are, (whatever it is,) I putting it at random in these songs, become a part

Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my ever-united lands—my body no more inevitably united, part

to part, and made out of a thousand diverse contributions one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably

all so dear to me—what you are, (whatever it is,) I putting it at random in these songs, become a part

Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my ever-united lands—my body no more inevitably united, part

to part, and made out of a thousand diverse contributions one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably

send it forth to the world with a complacent smirk required great courage—or brazen effrontery—on the part

Holmes sings, he yet may have succeeded in uttering but a small part of the music that is in him.

things, One swallow does not make a summer, nor do a few happy turns of phrase make a poet—for our part

is a common saying among publishers that next to very warm praise of a book downright abuse on the part

Osgood & Co. 1881. $2. Simon-pure, short for "the real Simon Pure," means real or genuine.

Let us then come to that; for, after all, that is the most wonderful as it is the most important part

His fundamental notions of poetry are, we must confess, for the most part correct.

I become a part of that, whatever it is!

A story is told of a countryman of Mr. Walt Whitman, who, after reading Mr.

how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it!" With him this is a rooted conviction.

—from his 'Chants Democratic,' from his Drum Taps , from his Leaves of Grass , from his 'Songs of Parting

Mere parts have been nowhere selected.

to his productions, to those Poems of his which have been here selected for us from his 'Songs of Parting

Friends,"— "Two two simple men I saw to-day on the pier, in the midst of the crowd parting the parting

Keats's (1795-1821) poem "Isabella, or the Pot of Basil" (1817-18), which is an adaptation of the story

Keats's (1795-1821) poem "Isabella, or the Pot of Basil" (1817-18), which is an adaptation of the story

—the vocal performer to make far more of his song, or solo part, by by-play, attitudes, expressions,

simple—Always one leading idea—as Friendship, Courage, Gratitude, Love,—always a distinct meaning— The story

and libretto as now are generally of no account.— In the American Opera the story and libretto must

I am an old artillerist I tell of some On South Fifth st (Monroe place) 2 doors above the river from

At some point Whitman clipped out portions of two pages in this notebook (leaves 2 and 3 as represented

.; At some point Whitman clipped out portions of two pages in this notebook (leaves 2 and 3 as represented