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Year : 1855

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you know how

  • Date: 1855 or before
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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— startling me with the overture some unnamable horror calmly sailing me all day on a broad bright river

— calmly sailing me down and down over down the broad deep sea river.— —startling me with the overture

Walt Whitman, a Brooklyn Boy

  • Date: 29 September 1855
  • Creator(s): Whitman, Walt
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full-blooded, six feet high, a good feeder, never once using medicine, drinking water only—a swimmer in the river

Topple down upon him

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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for I am you seem to me all one lurid Curse oath curse; I look down off the river with my bloodshot eyes

The sores on my shoulders

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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11 He The sores on my neck shoulders are from his iron necklace I look on the off on the river with my

Review of Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 23 July 1855
  • Creator(s): Dana, Charles A.
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Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

Remembrances I plant American ground

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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Written on the back of this leaf is a list of rivers, lakes, and cities that may have contributed to

Preface. Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

No doubt the efflux

  • Date: Before 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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the section from the poem that would be titled "To Think of Time" beginning: "Posh and ice in the river

Night of south winds

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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Earth of departed sunset—Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

'Leaves of Grass'—An Extraordinary Book

  • Date: 15 September 1855
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
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"His spirit responds to his country's spirit; he incarnates its geography and natural life, and rivers

Leaves of Grass, "To Think of Time . . . . To Think Through"

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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To think that the rivers will come to flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen . . and act upon others

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

Leaves of Grass, "There Was a Child Went Forth Every"

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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the huge crossing at the ferries; The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset . . . . the river

Leaves of Grass, "I Celebrate Myself,"

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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toward dusk near the cottonwood or pekantrees, The coon-seekers go now through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand . . . . hauling my boat down the shallow river

streets and public halls . . . . coming naked to me at night, Crying by day Ahoy from the rocks of the river

Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

To think that the rivers will come to flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen . . and act upon others

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

I am a curse

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
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.— I My eyes are bloodshot, they look down the river, A steamboat carries off paddles away my woman and

opples and ball at ancles ankles and tight cuffs at the wrists does must not detain me will go down the river

How gladly we leave the

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

from stores and offices even the best of what is called intellectual society to sail all day on the river

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