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We omit much even in this short extract, for the book abounds in passages that cannot be quoted in drawing-rooms
The preface of the book contains an inestimable wealth of this unworked ore—it is a creed of the material
A single glance of it mocks all the investigations of man, and all the instruments and books of the earth
or Asia…a wandering savage, A farmer, mechanic, or artist…a gentleman, sailor, lover orquaker, A prisoner
E VERYTHING about the external arrangement of this book was odd and out of the way.
reader goes to a bookstore for it, he may expect to be told at first, as we were, that there is no such book
Nevertheless, there is such a book, and it is well worth going twice to the bookstore to buy it.
In this book, however, the prophecy is fairly fulfilled in the accomplishment.
The book is divided into a dozen or more sections, and in each one of these some thread of connection
I see the menials of the earth, laboring, I see the prisoners in the prisons, I see the defective human
or man that has been in prison, or is likely to be in prison? 15 — Clef Poem.
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the run- away runaway
Let the prison-keepers be put in prison! Let those that were prisoners take the keys! (Say!
Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!
I rubbed my eyes a little, to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is
I did not know until I last night saw the book advertised in a newspaper that I could trust the name
Their shadows are projected in employments, in books, in the cities, in trade; their feet are on the
The twelve thousand large and small shops for dispensing books and newspapers—the same number of public
I see plying shuttles, the active ephemeral myriads of books also, faithfully weaving the garments of
looking cautiously to see how the rest behave, dress, write, talk, love—pressing the noses of dead books
alive, is attributable the remarkable non-personality and indistinctness of modern productions in books
make his way into the confidence of his readers, and his poems in time will become a pregnant text-book
He makes no allusions to books or writers; their spirits do not seem to have touched him; he has not
We omit much even in this short extract, for the book abounds in passages that can not be quoted in drawing-rooms
reserve and with perfect indifference as to their effect on the reader's mind; and not only is the book
this gross yet elevated, this superficial yet profound, this preposterous yet somehow fascinating book
As seems very proper in a book of transcendental poetry, the author withholds his name from the title-page
inexpressible purposes of nature, and for this haughtiest of writers that has ever yet written and printed a book
The man is the true impersonation of his book—rough, uncouth, vulgar.
cannot tell, unless it means a man who thinks that the fine essence of poetry consists in writing a book
We should have passed over this book, "LEAVES OF GRASS," with indignant contempt, had not some few Transatlantic
suppose that Walt Whitman has been learning to write, and that the compositor has got hold of his copy-book
We will neither weary nor insult our readers with more extracts from this notable book.
Emerson writes that he finds in his book "incomparable things, said incomparably well."
The book he pronounces "the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed
In that state he would write a book exactly like Walt Whitman's "LEAVES OF GRASS."
Three-fourths of Walt Whitman's book is poetry as catalogues of auctioneers are poems.
A Catalogue of the Household Furniture with the select collection of scarce, curious, and valuable books
creations of the modern American mind; but he is no fool, though abundantly eccentric, nor is his book
again there is no patronymic, and we can only infer that this roystering blade is the author of the book
Such, as we conceive, is the key to this strange, grotesque, and bewildering book; yet we are far from
This book should find no place where humanity urges any claim to respect, and the author should be kicked
things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books
Europe, Asia—a wandering savage, A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, lover, quaker, A prisoner
great authors and schools, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books
Did you read in the sea-books of the old-fashioned frigate-fight?
I become any presence or truth of humanity here, And see myself in prison shaped like another man, And
I see the menials of the earth, laboring, I see the prisoners in the prisons, I see the defective human
not what is printed, preached, discussed—it eludes discussion and print, It is not to be put in a book
, it is not in this book, It is for you, whoever you are—it is no farther from you than your hearing
curious way we write what we think, yet very faintly, The directory, the detector, the ledger, the books
in ranks on the book-shelves, the clock at- tached attached to the wall, The ring on your finger, the
descends and goes instead of the carver that carved the supporting-desk, When I can touch the body of books
What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-books now?
The shape of the prisoner's place in the court- room court-room , and of him or her seated in the place
Great are marriage, commerce, newspapers, books, free-trade, rail-roads, steamers, interna- tional international
drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it, Books
Which is the theory or book that is not diseased? Piety and conformity to them that like!
Who are you, that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopened!
Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleasure, pride, beat up and down, seeking to give
or man that has been in prison, or is likely to be in prison?
a loud alarm and frequent advance and retreat, The infidel triumphs—or supposes he triumphs, The prison
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the run- away runaway
slave is one with the master's call, and the master salutes the slave, The felon steps forth from the prison
Let the prison-keepers be put in prison! Let those that were prisoners take the keys! (Say!
Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!
Its title-page, as will be seen, bears upon it the name of no author, and the book is ushered into the
teacher of the thoughtfulest, a farmer, mechanic, or artist, a gentleman, sailor, lover, or quaker, a prisoner
Are they not all written in the "golden" book aforesaid?—a book which Mr.
When we read that eulogy we were satisfied that this volume would prove to us a sealed book, and that
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the straining after at least the appearance of total originality, but to give future readers of this book
Martin Farquhar Tupper (1810-1889) wrote Proverbial Philosophy , a book of didactic moral and religious
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Martin Farquhar Tupper (1810-1889) wrote Proverbial Philosophy, a book of didactic moral and religious
make his way into the confidence of his readers, and his poems in time will become a pregnant text-book
Not only does the donor send us the book, but he favours us with hints—pretty broad hints—towards a favourable
I rubbed my eyes a little, to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is
Whitman into literature, talking like a man unaware that there was ever hitherto such a production as a book
After poetry like this, and criticism like this, it seems strange that we cannot recommend the book to
to the disadvantage of our excellent laureate,—and to whom Mr Emerson writes that he finds in his book
The book he pronounces "the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed
In that state he would write a book exactly like Walt Whitman's . Earth!
great authors and schools, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books
Three-fourths of Walt Whitman's book is poetry as catalogues of auctioneers are poems.
Martin Farquhar Tupper (1810-1889) wrote Proverbial Philosophy, a book of didactic moral and religious
The man is the true impersonation of his book—rough, uncouth, vulgar.
cannot tell, unless it means a man who thinks that the fine essence of poetry consists in writing a book
We should have passed over this book, Leaves of Grass, with indignant contempt, had not some few Transatlantic
suppose that Walt Whitman has been learning to write, and that the compositor has got hold of his copy-book
We will neither weary nor insult our readers with more extracts from this notable book.
Rough, whose name is W ALT W HITMAN , and who calls himself a "Kosmos," has been publishing a mad book
There is the name neither of author nor publisher to this singular book—one of the most singular that
Other portions of the book are perfectly kaleidoscopic—grotesque changes rapidly succeed each other;
The book is embellished with a portrait (we presume) of the author—a rather melancholy-looking gentleman
Let him look carefully between the gilded covers of books, backed by high-sounding names, and endorsed
passages which appeal to me: "A morning glory at my window, satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books
the following sentiments; for which, and for all the good things included between the covers of his book
creations of the modern American mind; but he is no fool, though abundantly eccentric, nor is his book
again there is no patronymic, and we can only infer that this roystering blade is the author of the book
Such, as we conceive, is the key to this strange, grotesque, and bewildering book; yet we are far from
Hall (1855) and Rose Clark (1856), as well as her collection of stories for children The Play-Day Book
These verses had been reprinted in several books and magazines by the time Whitman wrote, and had most
These verses had been reprinted in several books and magazines by the time Whitman wrote, and had most
The Captured Slaver," New York Times , June 26, 1856; and "The Slave-trade; Rearrest of an Escaped Prisoner
The Captured Slaver," New York Times, June 26, 1856; and "The Slave-trade; Rearrest of an Escaped Prisoner
His description here might be said to contain another "self-review" of his book.
He strides along regardlessly and rapidly, a book in his hand, a thought—and more too—inside of his head
He is senior partner of a book and job printing firm, down town. "Pshaw!
His description here might be said to contain another "self-review" of his book.; Whitman's use of "phiz
The old tricks of "watch-stuffing," pocket-book-dropping, and "patent-safe" swindling are just now a
"We've just picked up this pocket-book"—he held out a well-filled wallet, which he received from a companion
"We have glanced through this book with disgust and astonishment;—astonishment that anyone can be found
have bestowed one line of notice upon such an insult to common sense and common propriety, as this book
The book might pass for merely hectoring and ludicrous, if it were not something a great deal more offensive
We know only, that, in point of style, the book is an impertinence towards the English language; and
On opening the book we first beheld, as a frontispiece, the picture of a man in his shirt sleeves, wearing
From this title page we learned that the book was entitled , and was printed at Brooklyn in the year
Then returning to the fore-part of the book, we found proof slips of certain review articles about the
It is a lie to write a review of one's own book, then extract it from the work in which it appeared and
This doctrine is exemplified in the book by a panorama as it were of pictures, each of which is shared
OUR BOOK TABLE LEAVES OF GRASS. Brooklyn, New York, 1856.
Some of these ‘leaves-droppings’ will be found at the end of the book, together with the correspondence
looking cautiously to see how the rest behave, dress, write, talk, love—pressing the noses of dead books
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The form of the book has been changed from 4 to 16mo, and the typography is much improved.
But the book is not one that warrants its dismissal with disgust or contempt.
We shall not aid in extending the sale of this intensely vulgar, nay, absolutely beastly book, by telling
E. has not read some passages in the book, or that he lends his name to this vile production of a vitiated
of which we know—amid the never enough praised spread of common education and common newspapers and books—amid
—Since the deposition of the king, the prisons had been filled, with suspected persons; on the 2nd of
Caractacus sought to free his country, was taken prisoner and carried to Rome.—"Alas!
—Which is the poem, or any book, that is not diseased?
—(If perfect health appear in a poem, or any book, it surely propogates propagates itself while many
you are welcome to all the rest.— This prose manuscript includes the line "Which is the poem or any book
This prose manuscript includes the line "Which is the poem or any book that is not diseased?"
written before or early in 1856.; This prose manuscript includes the line "Which is the poem or any book
which appeared in a slightly altered form in "Poem of Many in One" in 1856: "Which is the theory or book