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Often called the "workshop" edition, the volume consisted of four separately paginated books stitched
WHEN I READ THE BOOK.
Let the prison-keepers be put in prison! Let those that were prisoners take the keys! (Say!
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison—the run-away son
book-words! what are you?
17 All the hapless silent lovers, All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
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
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 a few carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.
see these sights on the earth; I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners
things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books
of every rank and re- ligion religion ; A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker; A prisoner
to consider if it really be; A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books
well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported; The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners
I embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering; See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel
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
I see the menials of the earth, laboring; I see the prisoners in the prisons; I see the defective human
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
alarm, and fre- quent 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 son
slave is one with the master's call, and the master salutes the slave, The felon steps forth from the prison—the
YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain'd and hand-cuff'd
with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison?
NOW 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, flush'd and full-blooded—it is I—So long!
down, throwing the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs; The salesman leaving the store—the boss, book-keeper
doors to me, proud libraries, For that which was lacking among you all, yet needed most, I bring; A book
your dear sake, O soldiers, And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades; The words of my book
nothing, the life of it every- thing everything ; A book separate, not link'd with the rest, nor felt
book-words! what are you?
17 All the hapless silent lovers, All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in myself; Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison
hour supreme, No poem proud I, chanting, bring to thee—nor mastery's rapturous verse; But a little book
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 unopen'd!
not what is printed, preach'd, discuss'd—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
descends and goes, instead of the carver that carved the supporting desk; When I can touch the body of books
their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products, games, wars, manners, crimes, pris- ons prisons
When I Read the Book WHEN I READ THE BOOK.
WHEN I read the book, the biography famous; And is this, then, (said I,) what the author calls a man's
To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold!
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!
see these sights on the earth; I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners
Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleasure, pride, beat up and down, seeking to give
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 a few carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.
As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this book, What am I myself but one
O book and chant! must all then amount to but this? Must we barely arrive at this beginning of me?
This is no book, Who touches this, touches a man, (Is it night? Are we here alone?)
, written in January: "Walter is very kind" (Trent Collection of Whitmaniana, Duke University Rare Book
in a letter to her mother on March 20, 1867 (Trent Collection of Whitmaniana, Duke University Rare Book
convicted was but an inference from an inference" and that Parker had "already served four years in prison
He was wounded in the First Battle of Fredericksburg (December 1862) and was taken prisoner during the
of your letter—I see you have had it very heavy indeed—I see a piece in the Tribune , about a new book
each room opening from the other—five of them are very large & high—one is the library, filled with books
The undersigned agree to take _____ Copies of the book entitled the "Slave Songs of the U.S.," for which
_____ agree to pay the sum of _____ dollars, on presentation of the book.
produced periodicals, as well as reprints of rare, curious, and old American, English, French, and Latin books
While preparing the Agathynian Club's second volume, a fire destroyed the Bradstreet book-bindery, all
For more information on the Club, see Adolf Growell, "The Agathynian Club (1866–1868)," American Book
Friend you must not think that because I wrote to you and mentioned it, that I wish you to send me the Book
trade in a Piano Forte & Melodeon Manufactory and find that it pays me better than business on my own book
An October 24, 1888, letter from Whitman, with which Whitman sent Hawley one of his books, has not been
poem "Hush'd be the Camps To-day," with a note about Lincoln's death to the final signature of the book
Whitman then decided to stop the printing and add a sequel to the book that would more fully take into
For more information on the printing of Drum-Taps (1865), see Ed Folsom, Whitman Making Books/Books Making
He was wounded in the First Battle of Fredericksburg (December 1862) and was taken prisoner during the
I send the advertisement of the new book about the Ninth Corps—if George wants it, I think he can find
The book in question is Augustus Woodbury, Burnside and the Ninth Army Corps: A Narrative of Operations
Walt Whitman pasted on the advertisement of the book.
He had previously written of Jeff's potential interest in the book in his January 22, 1867 letter to
When I get to thoroughly reading your Book I shall probably have some questions to ask but I shall not
little or nothing to do a good deal of the time when they are away— Mother, write whether Jeff got the books
May I send you a copy of my book in June?—when it will be safely out. D. V.
A maid is sitting by a brook, The sweetest of sweet creatures: I pass that way with my good book Yet
He was wounded in the First Battle of Fredericksburg (December 1862) and was taken prisoner during the
He was wounded in the First Battle of Fredericksburg (December 1862) and was taken prisoner during the
It is a book concerning which Englishmen ought to know at least a little.
A morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the meta- physics metaphysics of books."
Our readers have seen enough of the book to have an idea of it and the author.
To know all his talent and eccentricity is impossible till the book itself has been perused.
George Wither, seventeenth-century British poet who dedicated a book of satires to himself.
.; George Wither, seventeenth-century British poet who dedicated a book of satires to himself.
expense of the office)—& there I can sit, & read &c. as nice as you please—then I am getting many books
for the Library (our office Library) that I have long wanted to read at my leisure—& can get any book
convicted was but an inference from an inference" and that Parker had "already served four years in prison