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—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

—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

Not a move can a man or woman make that affects him or her in a day or a month, or any part of the direct

mouth, or by the shaping of his great hands …and all that is well thought or done this day on any part

To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part!

To think that we are now here, and bear our part!

free-mouthed free-mouth'd quick-tem- pered quick-tempered , not bad-looking, able to take his own part

forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And that object became part

of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him; Winter-grain sprouts, and those

, They gave this child more of themselves than that; They gave him afterward every day—they became part

forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part

of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

and the beautiful curious liquid, And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part

of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

and the beautiful curious liquid, And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

A note on leaf 27 recto includes the date April 19, 1847, and the year 1847 is listed again as part of

Myself: Walt Whitman and the Making of Leaves of Grass (Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 2010), 2–

and the Composition of Leaves of Grass: The Talbot Wilson Notebook, Walt Whitman Quarterly Review 20:2

Watch Quartier Au Loete Swisse No. 51,575 1 3 0 00 50 A Ap 14 " 17 19 2 5 37 80 75 25 M Ju " s to 2n

since you were born, and did not know, / Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land." (1855, pp. 51-2)

w ill you sting me most even at parting?

Myself: Walt Whitman and the Making of Leaves of Grass (Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 2010), 2–

the Composition of Leaves of Grass: The 'Talbot Wilson' Notebook," Walt Whitman Quarterly Review 20:2

Myself: Walt Whitman and the Making of Leaves of Grass (Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 2010), 2–

the Composition of Leaves of Grass: The 'Talbot Wilson' Notebook," Walt Whitman Quarterly Review 20:2

- ceived received with wonder, pity, love, or dread, that object he became, And that object became part

of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

and the beautiful curious liquid, and the water-plants with their graceful flat heads — all became part

The field-sprouts of April and May became part of him—winter-grain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow

, the seat of sensation, doubtless the brain Liaison (lē-a-zohn), a binding or fastening together Part

and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became, / And that object became part

of him for the day or a certain part of the day . . . . or for many years or stretching cycles of years

The "voices" described in the last part of this section may relate to the following lines: "Through me

come to puzzle him—some come from curiosity—some from ironical contempt—his answers—his opinions ¶ 2

upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became, And that object became part

of him for the day or a certain part of the day . . . . or for many years or stretching cycles of years

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morningglories, and white and

all became part of him.

And the field-sprouts of April and May became part of him  . . . . wintergrain sprouts, and those of

upon and received with wonder, pity, love, or dread, that object he became, And that object became part

of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth Month and Fifth Month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts, and those

this child more of themselves than that, They gave him afterward every day—they and of them became part

day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he be- came became ; And that object became part

of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him; Winter-grain sprouts, and those

, They gave this child more of themselves than that; They gave him afterward every day—they became part

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

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

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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

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.

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.

Poem of Walt Whitman, an American . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 2.

holds out the skein, the elder sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots, 2

and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth- removed fourth-removed , 2*

at first, keep encouraged, Missing me one place, search another, I stop some where waiting for you. 2

thousand different newspapers, the nutriment of the imperfect ones coming in just as usefully as any—the story

I take part . . . .

 . . . . any thing is but a part.

does not counteract another part . . . .

all became part of him.

Sure as life holds all parts together, death holds all parts together; Sure as the stars return again

forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And that object became part

of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him; Winter-grain sprouts, and those

, They gave this child more of themselves than that; They gave him afterward every day—they became part

day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he be- came became ; And that object became part

of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him; Winter-grain sprouts, and those

of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day. 2.

utmost, a little washed-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

spread out before You, up there, walking or sitting, Whoever you are—we too lie in drifts at your feet. 2.

does not counteract another part—he is the joiner—he sees how they join.

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

Here I grew up—the studs and rafters are grown parts of me.

boundless summer growths, O lavish brown parturient earth—O infinite teeming womb, A song to narrate thee. 2

my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat. 2

What is prudence is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the

and the armed guards, who ceas'd their pacing, Making the hearer's pulses stop for ecstasy and awe. 2

thou walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of brokers, Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory. 2

boundless summer growths, O lavish brown parturient earth—O infinite teeming womb, A song to narrate thee. 2

my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat. 2

What is prudence is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the

and the armed guards, who ceas'd their pacing, Making the hearer's pulses stop for ecstasy and awe. 2

thou walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of brokers, Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory. 2