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Work title : Shut Not Your Doors

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Mr. Walt Whitman

  • Date: 16 November 1865
  • Creator(s): James, Henry
Text:

. * 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.

Annotations Text:

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

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,

Shut Not Your Doors to Me Proud Libraries

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

doors to me, proud libraries, For that which was lacking among you all, yet needed most, I bring; A book

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

nothing, the life of it every- thing everything ; A book separate, not link'd with the rest, nor felt

Shut Not Your Doors.

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

lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring, Forth from the war emerging, a book

I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing, A book separate, not link'd

Cluster: Inscriptions. (1881)

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

I answered, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my book

Then falter not O book, fulfil fulfill your destiny, You not a reminiscence of the land alone, You too

soldiers not for itself alone, Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book

WHEN I READ THE BOOK.

I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing, A book separate, not link'd

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

Leaves of Grass

  • Date: 12 December 1881
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

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

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: Inscriptions. (1891)

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

I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my book

Then falter not O book, fulfil fulfill your destiny, You not a reminiscence of the land alone, You too

soldiers not for itself alone, Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book

WHEN I READ THE BOOK.

I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing, A book separate, not link'd

Shut Not Your Doors.

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

lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring, Forth from the war emerging, a book

I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing, A book separate, not link'd

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