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journal of James Brooke, Esq., of Sarawack, (now agent for the British government in Borneo.) by Captain
Burke, Chatham, Adam Clarke, Lord Clive, Captain Cook, Fox, Franklin, Warren Hastings, Bishop Heber,
The Captain's Daughter.
Bent to the very earth, here preceding what follows, Terrified with myself that I have dared to open my
echoes re- coil recoil upon me, I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my
"No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or attempt at
"I am not literary, my books are not literature," he proclaimed to Horace Traubel (With Walt Whitman
"The whole drift of my books is to form a new race of fuller & athletic yet unknown characters, men &
.; Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; "Old Age Echoes" was the title given to a collection of four
poems first published in Lippincott's Magazine: Sounds of the WinterReprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (
The Unexpress'dReprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).
Sail Out for Good, Eidólon YachtReprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).
After the ArgumentReprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).; Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).
I have lived as yet but eighteen years: yet in all the constant thoughts and acts of my last few years
, your words have been my guides and true oracles.
spirit of self-assertion: but that I should feel shame for myself, were I not to show the reality of my
gratitude to you, even through the weakness of words—you, whom I thankfully acknowledge for my veritable
equipages roll by—I see the respectful bow at the presence of pride—and I curse the contrast between my
The lofty air—the show of dress—the aristocratic demeanor—the glitter of jewels—dazzle my eyes; and sharp-toothed
Why: should my path be so much rougher than theirs? Pitiable, unfortunate man that I am!
to be placed beneath those whom in my heart I despise—and to be constantly tantalized with the presence
pieces, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" (1865-1866) and one of his best-known poems, "O Captain
My Captain!" (1865-1866).
Whitman intensely admired Lincoln from the late 1850s onward, remarking at one point, "After my dear,
"Hush'd Be the Camps To-day" and the other Lincoln poems ("Lilacs," "O Captain!
Whitman's poems, "O Captain! My Captain!"
Whitman eventually added four poems: "O Captain! My Captain!
"O Captain!"
The Lincoln poems, particularly "O Captain!
"Damn My Captain," he said, "I'm almost sorry I ever wrote the poem" (With Walt Whitman 2:304).
I round and finish little, if anything; and could not consistently with my scheme.
"'Leaves of Grass' indeed (I cannot too often reiterate) has mainly been the outcropping of my own emotional
No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or as aiming mainly
my brother or my sister! Keep on!
Dear Walter, I take my pen in hand as a final resort to find out where you are. as it appears to me it
will stay untill August I get out now most every day untill six oclock but I never see you I have got my
evening as you usd to do at the old Armory but alas I never see your [old] familliar in the threshold of my
I received a answer to my first letter stating that you wer at home sick.
I have got my discharge from the Hospitals about 3 weeks ago & am now employed in the Provost Marshall
I had a very pleasant time only I broke my leg just as I got ready to come home & had some little difficulty
in getting home without my cruches I got so I could walk quite well on my leg only last week my stump
there has bin two small pieces of bone come out but I think in a little while I will be ready to wear my
Dear Walter As I am not a going out to day I thought that my time could not be better imployed than by
Sawyer to day he is well. he sayes that they have bin on the move so that he could not answer my letter
thing about your letter—he is a going to try to get a pass to come up hear this winter— Conserning my
self I am about old fassion. my leg mends slowly (about as it was when you wer hear) I have bin out
I again take my pen in hand to write a few lines to you to let you know how I am a getting This makes
that Gettysburg Battle. he sais that it was awful, and that he never wants to see the like of it again My
health is verry good, and my leg dos still continue's to mend slowly—but verry slow, the Doctor has
I am enjoying my self as well as I can with my four legs but I cannot go about much yet I am a going
No more at present but good by and write soon with my love to you and all enquiring friends, I remain
Your memory burns as bright as ever in my heart & allways will, thear is now doubt but some of my corrospondants
I will be thear on the last day of August, if I do not get my furlow extended, whitch I have the hopes
of, for I would most as leave come back to see my old friends as stay at home.
The Doctor that tens me hear wants me for to try and get my furlow extended, for he thinks that my leg
Dear Walter I am enjoying my self fine as well, I think, as any cripple can.
My dear Friend Your kind letter came to hand yesterday.
I never think of you but it makes my heart glad to think that I have bin permited to know one so good
I have got my leg but I think that I will never be able to walk much on it as my stump is so short but
if I cant I can go on my crutches for they appear to be a part of myself for I have bin on them so long
I have not succeeded in getting a position in any of the Depts yet thoug my M.C. tried quite hard Gov
Now I suppose that you would like to know how I enjoy my self: Well I go out most every day but I do
Hospital at Georgetown, so we aint got so many shoulder strapes hear, but we have got enough yet for my
My leg is rather worse this morning & the Doctor sayes that I must stay in bed to day, so I suppose that
Well I think my letter is getting full long as I must begin to think about closing.
scaffold all up—I have not bin up to the Capitol for some time, but probily I will go up on Monday if my
My Dear Freind Walter.
It is with mutch pleasure that I take my pen in hand to inform you that I am well and that my leg is
I have had a good many of my young friends to see me.
My Father and Mother are well and send their respects to you for Mother says whoeve[r] did me a faivor
I expect that you still visit the Hospital if so give my respects to the boys I have nothing more to
My Dear Friend Walter, Your very kind and long looked for letter of Aug 1st came to hand on the 6th &
Now I will put in a word for myself my leg still continues to mend verry slow but I hope sure, and I
have ben enjoying my self as well as I could with my sore leg I have bin a way on a visit for a week
& I have enjoyed my sel[f] verry much (for a wounded soldier is something hear I tell you) for the people
a copperhead & a Reblle I would shoot the copperhead first, and to tell you the truth I am proud of my
recreated: Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my
For I, that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping, now Ĭ hăve heard you, Nów ĭn ă mómŏnt Ĭ know what
their eyes, and has added the image embodied in the title of the poem that precedes it in , "Earth, My
In "Earth, My Likeness" Whitman says that within himself, as within the seemingly impassive terrestrial
Symonds had already cited "Earth, My-Likeness" in his own critical study, noting the "spiritual conflict
So with wool-hat crushed in my hand behind me, for the sundown breezes felt good, there on old "Clover
I took my time, and expanded to the glory spread over heaven and earth.
It seemed as if all that the eye could bear, were unequal to the fierce voracity of my soul for intense
His feelings were not returned. with all her blandishments, never touched my heart in the least.
I write as I feel; and I feel that there are not a few who will pronounce a Yes to my own confessions
"My soul ascends Above the Stars."
My poor handkerchief, when I pulled it from my pocket the next morning, was what the wolverines might
I had done it in the agonies between my laughter and attempted decorum.
The captain gets his sixteenth or twentieth "lay," and one or two others share equally well; but the
I am but in the beginning of life, and my heart has not lost its sympathy with the cheerful and bright
My old friends, Mr.
wrestling, boiling-hot days" (1336).Concluding the letter, Whitman calls Emerson "the original true Captain
Willard, would in any degree affect my official action in that matter.
Perhaps it is not possible for one in your circumstances to view such cases as they appear to one in my
so disproportioned a share of attention given to it, and which was cheerfully given, (on account of my
But this was only a passing impulse on my part, and I desire you to feel that I retain no unkindness
or the mere addition of respectable names to the list of petitioners, will not produce a change in my
I rubbed my eyes a little, to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is
I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New York to pay you
my respects.
people and The States face to face, to confront them with an American rude tongue; but the work of my
A few years, and the average annual call for my Poems is ten or twenty thousand copies—more, quite likely
It is all as well done, in my opinion, as could be practicable. Each element here is in condition.
out the lines, build cities, work mines, break up farms; it is yours to have been the original true Captain
men and their maneuvers that I was now gazing An invalid-looking man came slowly up the hill while my
The man, at my request, showed me one of the globules which he was in the habit of taking daily.
I shall remember that dinner to my dying day. We pulled up stakes, and put for home.
I made my bed in the furled sail, watching the stars as they twinkled, and falling asleep so.
An indescribable serenity pervaded my mind—a delicious abnegation of the ties of the body.
We are soon to see a thing accomplished here which I have often exercised my mind about, namely, the
Not at all, to my eye.
many respects of our constructive nation and age, and even so poetical, that I have even balanced in my
When a train comes to a bad spot in the road this Captain reins in his horse and stands there till they
I find this everywhere, and very pleasing to my sight.
street June 14—11 a m Dear friend I am afraid to venture out much in the heat of the day (as part of my
At Montreal I came to the end of my purse and was obliged to remain at the St.
supervisorships, so that Seymour shall get half the patronage of the treasury, an institution which my
WHO learns my lesson complete? Boss, journeyman, apprentice? churchman and atheist?
as every one is immortal, I know it is wonderful—but my eye-sight is equally wonderful, and how I was
con- ceived conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And how I was not palpable once, but
years old in the Year 79 of America, and that I am here anyhow, are all equally wonderful, And that my
have been able to do the same this year, but I am afraid I cannot, for I have been trying to change my
way of life this year & earn my living differently to what I have done till now, and have not hitherto
So I must content myself with sending the contribution of my friend, increased somewhat by help from
carpenter (an art which I learnt as a boy) & it has done me so much good that I hope to return soon to my
Sir, Permit me to introduce myself to you before I state the purpose of my letter.
etcher and I enclose a few notices from The Times and other journals in case you have never seen any of my
If you have such a photograph will you kindly send it to me—supposing you do not object to my etching
I must ask you to be kind enough to return to me the enclosed notices of my works.
And the gentle creature blushes at my protestations of love, and leans her cheek upon my neck.
"My brother, thus have I lived my life. Your look asks me if I have been happy.
"My brother, a maiden's tears washed my stern resolves away.
Various fortune followed my path.
But I can lay my hand upon my heart, and thank the Great Master, that the sunshine has been far oftener
I Wish to Give My Own View': Some Nineteenth-Century Women's Responses to the 1860 Leaves of Grass."
lines 40 letters 1120 1120 letters in page of Skakspere Shakespeare 's poems 1600 letters in one of my
sauntering the pavement, 9 great are the myths, I wander all night 10 Come closer to me Who learns my
exist") wofür ich da bin ("what I am there for") die Frage nach meiner Bestimmung ("the question of my
destiny") wer ich sei ("who I am/may be") was ich tauge ("what I am good for" | "what my worth is")
their dead songs about dead Europe, and its stupid monks and priests, its chivalry, and its thing a-my-bobs
I sound triumphal drums for the dead—I fling thro' my embouchures the loudest and gayest music for them
Leaves of Grass, "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?" WHO learns my lesson complete?
as every one is immortal, I know it is wonderful . . . . but my eyesight is equally wonderful . . . .
and how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And how I was not palpable once but
thirty-six years old in 1855 . . . . and that I am here anyhow—are all equally wonderful; And that my
of Leaves of Grass, Whitman added the supplementary annexes "Sands at Seventy" (1888) and "Good-Bye my
How perfect is my soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
O my soul! if I realize you I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction . . yet it is so, I cannot define my life . . yet it is so.
trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists, and go with drivers and boatmen and men
gab and my loitering.
to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet. (15)
to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.
You my rich blood!
my Captain!
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN ! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
curious breathing laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them . . to touch any one . . . . to rest my
As I see my soul reflected in nature . . . . as I see through a mist one with inexpress- ible inexpressible