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Lines from the notebook were used in Song of Myself and A Song of the Rolling Earth, which appeared in
appeared as the fourth poem in the 1855 Leaves; and A Song of Joys, which appeared as Poem of Joys in the 1860
Several phrases of the prose on the verso were probably later used, in somewhat revised form, in the
: "The best I had done seemed to me blank and suspicious, / My great thoughts, as I supposed them, were
.00113xxx.00226xxx.00526xxx.00048[med Cophósis]Between 1852 and 1854poetry2 leaveshandwritten; These pages were
.— All that there is in what The enti What men think enviable, if it were could be collected together
princely youth of Athens—cross-questioning—his big paunch—his bare feet—his subtle tongue— These pages were
These pages were written by Whitman in the early to mid-1850s.
Both manuscript drafts were probably originally continuous with manuscript drafts on the leaf from which
perfect equality of the female with the male . . . . the large amativeness—the fluid movement of the population—the
peace is the routine out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich, thrifty, building vast and populous
deputed atonement . . knows that the young man who composedly periled his life and lost it has done exceeding
and in them were the fathers of sons . . . and in them were the fathers of sons.
one man . . . . he is the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns, In him the start of populous
loosely to ideas expressed in the poem "A Song of Joys," first published as "Poem of Joys" in the 1860
the Crossing the Fulton ferry to-day, I met an old acquaintance, to-day whom I had missed from the city
took hold of some scheme or claim before upon the legislature, and lobbied for it;—he helped men who were
: "If I and you and the worlds and all beneath or upon their surfacees, and all the palpable life, were
the fourth poem in the 1855 Leaves; and "A Song of Joys," which appeared as "Poem of Joys" in the 1860
Lines from the notebook were used in "Song of Myself," a version of which was published in the 1855 Leaves
the fourth poem in the 1855 Leaves; and "A Song of Joys," which appeared as "Poem of Joys" in the 1860
Both manuscript drafts were probably originally continuous with manuscript drafts on another leaf, from
"; Both manuscript drafts were probably originally continuous with manuscript drafts on another leaf,
Both manuscript drafts were probably originally continuous with manuscript drafts on another leaf, from
"; Both manuscript drafts were probably originally continuous with manuscript drafts on another leaf,
to American persons, pro- gresses progresses , cities? Chicago, Canada, Arkansas?
I loved well those cities, I loved well the stately and rapid river, The men and women I saw were all
They were purified by death—they were taught and exalted.
ment atonement , Knows that the young man who composedly periled his life and lost it, has done exceeding
There are Thirty-Two States sketched—the population thirty millions.
A father A mother as well as father, a child as well as a man; A N ot only an American, but an African
rings expand outward and outward Several phrases of this prose were probably later used, in somewhat
: "The best I had done seemed to me blank and suspicious, / My great thoughts, as I supposed them, were
Leaves of Grass (1860–1861) Leaves of Grass (1860–1861) a machine readable transcription Walt Whitman
to American persons, progresses, cities? Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas?
American masses!
AMERICAN mouth-songs!
ONCE I passed through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architec-
Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1860) LEAVES OF GRASS. 1. ELEMENTAL drifts!
things in their attitudes, He puts to-day out of himself, with plasticity and love, He places his own city
ALL day I have walked the city, and talked with my friends, and thought of prudence, Of time, space,
deputed atonement, Knows that the young man who composedly perilled his life and lost it, has done exceeding
doubt that shallowness, meanness, malig- nance malignance , are provided for; I do not doubt that cities
fool'd 114 Native Moments . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 115 Once I Pass'd through a Populous City
ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY.
ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architec-
(RECEPTION JAPANESE EMBASSY, JUNE 16, 1860.)
to American persons, pro- gresses progresses , cities? Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas?
tidy and fresh-cheek'd girls—and the bare- foot barefoot negro boy and girl, And all the changes of city
of West Hills, Long Island, in the state of New York, somewhere about thirty miles from the great American
To the very dregs and scum and squalor of the evil streets of a bad city he cries out—by a subtle violation
At the City Dead House in his "Leaves of Grass," we see him standing—gazing—yearning, in tenderest pity
And, as it has been with those, so it is now and henceforth with this true American Poet Walt Whitman
the manly poet himself going his sickening rounds in the ghastly hospitals, all through the great American
Pierre-Jean de Béranger (1780-1857) was a popular and influential French poet and songwriter whose lyrics were
reference to holly alludes to Burns's poem, "The Vision" (1786): "Green, slender, leaf-clad holly boughs/Were
hospitable, (thou only art hospitable as God is hospitable.) 4 When late I sang sad was my voice, Sad were
THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE.
O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more than we are for nothing, I know that
suite of noble rooms, 'Mid plenteous books and journals, paintings on the walls, fine statuettes, Were
A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude, Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and
ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY.
ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture
What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities?
A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude, Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and
what were God?)
Y., South District)—renew'd (1883) 14 yrs. 2d ed'n 1856, Brooklyn—renew'd (1884) 14 yrs. 3d ed'n 1860
ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY.
ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture
What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities?
A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude, Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and
hospitable, (thou only art hospitable as God is hospitable.) 4 When late I sang sad was my voice, Sad were
THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE.
O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more than we are for nothing, I know that
suite of noble rooms, 'Mid plenteous books and journals, paintings on the walls, fine statuettes, Were
A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude, Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and