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original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden the West, the great cities

Now, this let ter I send you has only come out of the reading of your late article in the North American

Gannett say, a friend of his a lady who knew you, said you were "coarse."

If I were younger I would strive with all my to do something worthy of my worship of your genius, worthy

Even now do I go with and heartily believe in the North American Review article.

friend, "Bumble-bees & Bird Music" safe to hand this morning—does me good—makes me feel exactly as if I were

Sea rolling up on broad smooth sands there, but with treacherous reefs just beyond on which there were

And the castle on its wooded height in the very midst—& the great cavern below that runs through the city

Drink is the giant evil of the city as of the north generally—Such a sensible rugged healthy looking

If Per were here he would return your friendly message. Bees best love.

Welcome are American friends!

world, politics, produce, The announcements of recognized things, science, The approved growth of cities

But I too announce solid things, Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing, Like a

what life, what joy and pride, With all the perils were yours.)

attraction of friend to friend, Of the well-married husband and wife, of children and parents, Of city

for city and land for land.

Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets; Are beds prepared for sleepers at

the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a kiss in return, We observe that salute of American

To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the

from your Western golden shores, The countries there with their populations, the millions en-masse are

Were the children straying westward so long? so wide the tramping?

Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long?

Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while unknown, for you, for reasons?

neck with incomparable love, Plunging his seminal muscle into its merits and demerits, Making its cities

The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling, gold-dig- ging gold-digging , Wharf-hemm'd cities

What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities?

Underneath all, individuals, I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals, The American

by irrational things, I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me, I will make cities

shines down, Green the midsummer verdure and fresh blows the dallying breeze, O'er proud and peaceful cities

not with terror, But suddenly pouring about me here on every side, And below there where the boys were

Twenty thousand were brought against us, A veteran force furnish'd with good artillery.

close together, very compact, their flag flying in the middle, But O from the hills how the cannon were

day, But the night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing, Silent as a ghost while they thought they were

touching, including God, including Saviour and Satan, Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were

what were God?)

THE NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW, NEW YORK, N. Y.

With the cooperation of yourself and other American thinkers of the first note , the Review must become

The City Dead-House. THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE.

BY the city dead-house by the gate, As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause

City of Orgies. CITY OF ORGIES.

CITY of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make

City of Ships. CITY OF SHIPS. CITY of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships!

City of the world!

city of hurried and glittering tides!

City of wharves and stores—city of tall façades of marble and iron!

Proud and passionate city—mettlesome, mad, extravagant city!

And the tidy and fresh-cheek'd girls, and the barefoot negro boy and girl, And all the changes of city

THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE.

O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more than we are for nothing, I know that

Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us? Did they achieve nothing for good for themselves?

A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude, Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and

the scaffold;) I would sing in my copious song your census returns of the States, The tables of population

that the old accounts, bibles, genealogies, are true, without exception, I assert that all past days were

what they must have been, And that they could no-how have been better than they were, And that to-day

They live in brothers again ready to defy you, They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted

The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities

WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the

OF Equality—as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—as if it were not

for city and land for land.

CITY OF ORGIES.

CITY of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make

Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?

if I could be with you and become your comrade; Be it as if I were with you.

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

A WOMAN waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking,

WE TWO, HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D.

ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY.

ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture

CITY OF SHIPS. CITY of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships!

City of the world!

City of wharves and stores—city of tall façades of marble and iron!

Proud and passionate city—mettlesome, mad, extravagant city!

(Washington City, 1865.)

I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree, I heard what the singers were singing so long, Heard

I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo!

people—manners free and superb—open voices— hospitality—the most courageous and friendly young men, City

city of spires and masts! City nested in bays! my city! ALL IS TRUTH.

But I too announce solid things, Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing, Like a

TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning

obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever after

We dwell a while in every city and town, We pass through Kanada Canada , the North-east, the vast valley

wast not granted to sing thou would'st surely die.) 5 Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities

day and night with the great cloud darkening the land, With the pomp of the inloop'd flags with the cities

not what kept me from sleep,) As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you were

and there, With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, and shadows, And the city

men, I saw them, I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war, But I saw they were

barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were

what joys were thine! ABOARD AT A SHIP'S HELM.

what life, what joy and pride, With all the perils were yours.)

How the great cities appear—how the Democratic masses, turbu- lent turbulent , wilful, as I love them

sloping down there where the fresh free giver the mother, the Mississippi flows, Of mighty inland cities

respond within their breasts, their brains, the sad reverberations,) The passionate toll and clang—city

to city, joining, sounding, passing, Those heart-beats of a Nation in the night.

touching, including God, including Saviour and Satan, Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were

what were God?)

burial-places to find him, And I found that every place was a burial-place; The houses full of life were

streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were

now I am willing to disregard burial-places and dispense with them, And if the memorials of the dead were

Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing?)

Ah now the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms, Sickly

Look'd toward the lower bay to notice the vessels arriving, Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were

and yellow light over the tops of houses, and down into the clefts of streets. 4 These and all else were

to me the same as they are to you, I loved well those cities, loved well the stately and rapid river

, The men and women I saw were all near to me, Others the same—others who look back on me because I look'd

also, The best I had done seem'd to me blank and suspicious, My great thoughts as I supposed them, were

Parts of the essay were used for Death of Thomas Carlyle published in Specimen Days in 1882 (later retained

I see a sad procession, And I hear the sound of coming full-key'd bugles, All the channels of the city

sonorous voice ringing across the continent, Your masculine voice O year, as rising amid the great cities

You were a little boy then, but he represented himself as Christ, and a follower of his called himself

So they were quiet, and I continued.

Lewis and his son Percy were both artists.

They live in brothers again ready to defy you, They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted

for I think I have reason to be the proudest son alive—for I am the son of the brawny and tall-topt city

I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree, I heard what the singers were singing so long, Heard

THE FIRST AMERICAN POET .

In the year 1860, we published a literary paper called "The Fireside," in which we devoted a page to

Moreover he is a genuine American man, the most original and truest Democrat of his time.

Westminster Review 74 n.s. 18 (October 1860), 590. Moncure Conway, Dial (August 1860), 517-19.

The First American Poet

Westminster Review 74 n.s. 18 (October 1860), 590.; Moncure Conway, Dial (August 1860), 517-19.; "Marco

Bozzaris," poem about the fighter for Greek independence by the American poet Fitz-Greene Halleck; "

FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she

costumes of peace with indifferent hand, How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were

Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading, Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady

of this teeming and turbulent city, Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth, With

The blood of the city up—arm'd! arm'd!

America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies, I will make inseparable cities

American Literature and Life Mr. JOHN ALBEE. Two Lectures on Faded Metaphors Rev. DR. BARTOL.

January 1881 My good friend, It was a kind thought of yours sending me your article from the North American

FROM pent-up aching rivers, From that of myself without which I were nothing, From what I am determin'd

invisible, Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me, Fancying how happy you were

if I could be with you and become your comrade; Be it as if I were with you.

The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities

incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart, While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city

, Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets, Where you hold me enchain'd a certain

or affecting in the words, or title, Sobbing of the Bells, (you know you sent to Boston Globe), we were