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

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

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

Books, as now produced, have reached their twentieth remove from verities.

Books, as now produced

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

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

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.

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

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?

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!

Received your book, also a letter for Han.

title "City of Walks and Joys," the name Whitman originally assigned to "Calamus" 18 in his "Blue Book

This title was changed in the "Blue Book" to "City of orgies, walks and joys" and finally became "City

title "City of Walks and Joys," the name Whitman originally assigned to "Calamus" 18 in his "Blue Book

This title was changed in the "Blue Book" to "City of orgies, walks and joys" and finally became "City

title "City of Walks and Joys," the name Whitman originally assigned to "Calamus" 18 in his "Blue Book

This title was changed in the "Blue Book" to "City of orgies, walks and joys" and finally became "City

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.

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!

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

—He goes into "business"—he travels to Europe—is introduced to the courts—he writes a book—perhaps two

My dear Walt, The books are duly delivered.

It is written all over the book. There is an aroma about it that goes right to the soul.

other paper in the land, and as your poems are not new to me, I can say it will all be used for the book—in

At any rate, the book is bound to sell, if money enough is spent circulating the Reprints and advertising

You should send copies at once to Vanity Fair, Momus, The Albion, The Day Book, The Journal of Commerce

I want to do great things for you with the book, and as soon as I get over my immediate troubles will

favorable response, the editor of the Saturday Press, Henry Clapp, Jr., had forwarded a copy of Whitman's book

Her husband, however, angered that Clapp had sent the book to his wife, appropriated it and wrote a scathing

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

We remember to have seen a brief criticism of the book in dear dead Putnam , by a critic who seemed to

If you attempt to gather the meaning of the whole book, you fail utterly.

Yet there are passages in the book of profound and subtle significance, and of rare beauty; with passages

so gross and revolting, that you might say of them, as the Germans say of bad books— Sie lassen sich

W goes through his book, like one in an ill-conditioned dream, perfectly nude, with his clothes over

What stuff passes for poetry in the world What awkward and ill-bouncing riders What is printed in books

second or third hand . . . . nor look through the eyes of the dead . . . . nor feed on the spectres in books

, ornamenters, makers of carpeting, marble mantels, curtains, good soft seats, morocco binding for books

I said I would write to you about your Book when I found time to read it as it was written to be read

I opened the book at random, as one does a new book when leisure is wanting, and read what the pages

Expecting a favorable response, the editor of the , Henry Clapp, Jr., had forwarded a copy of Whitman's book

Her husband, however, angered that Clapp had sent the book to his wife, appropriated it and wrote a scathing

favorable response, the editor of the Saturday Press, Henry Clapp, Jr., had forwarded a copy of Whitman's book

Her husband, however, angered that Clapp had sent the book to his wife, appropriated it and wrote a scathing

. ∗ N OT the least surprising thing about this book is its title.

Walt Whitman's book.

with John Lord Campbell on the woolsack, and a certain act of his still unrepealed on the statute-book

It is a book evidently intended to lie on the tables of the wealthy.

Such books as this have occasionally been printed in the guise of a scrofulous French novel, On grey

The book was immediately pronounced by Ralph Waldo Emerson to be "the most extraordinary piece of wit

Other critics followed suit, and Walt Whitman became as famous as the author of the Book of Mormon.

, for which the publishers "confidently claim recognition as one of the finest specimens of modern book-making

and Mine, We must not leave our readers under the impression that there is nothing in Walt Whitman's book

the latter kind by any means few; although, undoubtedly, the predominating qualities throughout the book

A better printed book, coming even from Boston, we have not seen in a good while.

seen Walt Whitman to our knowledge; nor do we know anything of him further than we learn from his book

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

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

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

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!

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?

—which he has not learned in any school, at second hand, or gathered from books—or torn from parchment

And here, after so long a lapse of time,—hundreds and thousands of highly bepraised books, in the mean

day by day, and will still continue to follow them until men cease to be fools—here we say is this book

We find many things new and old in this book; the old, welcome as the familiar faces of the old Gods

And for the claims of this book to be called a book of poems, we will venture to say that there is more

the soft heads, on the shoulders of men and women indiscriminately, have conceived that it is a pure book

A professedly obscene book carries with it its own condemnation among decent people, and finds its own

for the Atlantic Monthly—"for sale everywhere" on respectable book-shelves—in very respectable type

The dangers of the book lie in its claiming to be a respectable book—in its claiming to be a pure book

We are inclined to think that the author considers the book a pure one.

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

digesters get all they can of the few nations communities that are known, and arrange them clearly in books

NEW BOOKS.

Look here, Walt Whitman, what made you write this book, these Leaves of Grass, full of good thoughts,

You’ve made a book, it can’t be rubbed out for it is a fact.

New Books

Leaves , a larger edition appeared, and that again is followed by a third and still more pretentious book

The egotism of the book is amusing. Mr.