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Otto of the Department of the Interior about the finding of the Blue Book in Whitman's desk; images of

these items are unavailable.The book itself is heavily corrected and revised throughout in Whitman's

This will help you to see how the book grew, if that is anything.

But I guess you would know how it grew if you never possessed the book.

The book is a milepost . . . This gives a glimpse into the work shop . . .'" The Blue Book

Portions of this manuscript were used in Emerson's Books, (The Shadows of them), which first appeared

The essay finally appeared in Complete Prose (1892) as Emerson's Books, (The Shadows of them).

unknown editor regarding Whitman's ambition to "start a public demand for the general exchange of prisoners

The printing notes refer to possible ornamentations for specific pages of Leaves and reference other books

Edward Grier provides information about the specific books that Whitman mentions, noting similarities

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Blue Book Copy of Leaves of Grass Blue Book Copy of Leaves of Grass a machine readable transcription

Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass Boston Thayer and Eldridge 1860–61 The New York Public Library, Rare Book

Great are commerce, newspapers, books, free-trade, railroads, steamers, international mails, tele- graphs

Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleas- ure pleasure , pride, beat up and down, seeking

or man that has been in prison, or is likely to be in prison?

You felons on trials in courts, You convicts in prison cells—you sentenced assas- sins assassins , chained

and handcuffed with iron, Who am I, that I am not on trial, or in prison?

see these sights on the earth, I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners

SO far, and so far, and on toward the end, Singing what is sung in this book, from the irresisti- ble

irresistible impulses of me; But whether I continue beyond this book, to ma- turity maturity , Whether

LIFT me close to your face till I whisper, What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part of a

book, It is a man, flushed and full-blooded—it is I—So long!

neck, the hands folded across the breast. 22 I see the menials of the earth, laboring, I see the prisoners

in the prisons, I see the defective human bodies of the earth, I see the blind, the deaf and dumb, idiots

To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold!

drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it, Books

Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopened!

For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book, Nor is it by reading it you

alarm and fre- quent frequent advance and retreat, The infidel triumphs—or supposes he triumphs, The prison

drops, Candid, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prisoned

how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were, Then I am pensive—I hastily put down the book

library, Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book

for the book-shelf; Only these carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.

literature, products, games, juris- prudence jurisprudence , wars, manners, amativeness, crimes, prisons

In it physique, intellect, faith—in it just as much as to manage an army or a city, or to write a book

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—the

This is no book, Who touches this, touches a man, (Is it night? Are we here alone?)

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!

or man that has been in prison, or is likely to be in prison? 4.

book, It is a man, flushed and full-blooded—it is I—So long!

The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison—the run- away runaway

Which is the theory or book that, for our purposes, is not diseased?

Who are you, that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?

What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-books now?

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!

or man that has been in prison, or is likely to be in prison? 4.

and handcuffed with iron, Who am I, that I am not on trial, or in prison?

SO far, and so far, and on toward the end, Singing what is sung in this book, from the irresisti- ble

LIFT me close to your face till I whisper, What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part of a

book, It is a man, flushed and full-blooded—it is I—So long!

drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it, Books

For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book, Nor is it by reading it you

drops, Candid, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prisoned

how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were, Then I am pensive—I hastily put down the book

library, Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book

for the book-shelf; Only these carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.

alarm and fre- quent frequent advance and retreat, The infidel triumphs—or supposes he triumphs, The prison

In it physique, intellect, faith—in it just as much as to manage an army or a city, or to write a book

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, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel

Which is the theory or book that, for our purposes, is not diseased?

Who are you, that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?

What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-books now?

The shape of the prisoner's place in the court-room, and of him or her seated in the place, The shape

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 and

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 attached to the wall, The ring on your finger, the lady's wristlet

descends and goes instead of the carver that carved the supporting-desk, When I can touch the body of books

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!

issues, published by the author himself in little pittance-editions, on trial, have just dropped the book

—When the book was first issued we were clerks in the establishment we now own.

We read the book with profit and pleasure. It is a true poem and writ by a true man.

Whitman's books, and put our name as such under his, on title pages.

—If you will allow it we can and will put your books into good form, and style attractive to the eye;

We can dispose of more books than most publishing houses (we do not "puff" here but speak truth ).

By the late 1840s Ticknor and Fields were publishing most of their trade books in a dark brown cloth;

beginning in 1856 with Tennyson's The Poetical Works, Ticknor and Fields began to print books in a distinctive

For discussion of Ticknor and Fields's "blue and gold" books see Michael Winship, American Literary Publishing

By the late 1840s Ticknor and Fields were publishing most of their trade books in a dark brown cloth;

beginning in 1856 with Tennyson's The Poetical Works, Ticknor and Fields began to print books in a distinctive

For discussion of Ticknor and Fields's "blue and gold" books see Michael Winship, American Literary Publishing

I do not care so much about the style the book comes out in.

Whitman seems to have promised to send Vaughan some proof sheets from Leaves of Grass (1860), the book

Do write and let me know about when the book is to be ready. I can do a great deal for it.

Or if they dont don't , to let me act for them here as a kind of N.Y. agent to push the book, and advance

—I am glad very glad Walt to hear you are succeeding so well with your book.

He is the author of a book of poetry called "Leaves of Grass," which, whatever else you may think, is

Ralph Waldo Emerson pronounced it the representative book of the poetry of our age.

Since the publication of his book, Walt Whitman has driven hack in New York, and employed the hours of

bed—but sit down to write to you, that I have been here in Boston, to-day is a fortnight, and that my book

They have treated me first rate—have not asked me at all what I was going to put into the book—just took

The book will be a very handsome specimen of typography, paper, binding, &c.

go-ahead fellows, and don't seem to have the least doubt they are bound to make a good spec. out of my book

received his mother's letter of March 30, 1861 (Trent Collection of Whitmaniana, Duke University Rare Books

situated and the more so that you are having things done to suit you in the way of publishing your book

yesterday he was quite smart I sent Eddy to see) Walt there was a letter come from Boston wanted A Book

He was wounded in the First Battle of Fredericksburg (December 1862) and was taken prisoner during the

Mother wants me to be sure and tell you that you must bring her one of those books by the authoress of

I am glad that you are having so good a time and that your book has such a good prospect of success.

The book is finished in all that makes the reading part, and is all through the press complete—It is

The typographical appearance of the book has been just as I directed it, in every respect.

afterwards—I do not know for certain whether it is a good portrait or not—The probability is that the book

I make Thayer & Eldridge crack on the elegant workmanship of the book, its material, &c. but I won't

Published as a serial in 1851-1852, and as a book in 1852.

:42–44), who "behaved very friendly indeed" (Trent Collection of Whitmaniana, Duke University Rare Books