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with the portraits & the other extracts from your writings — With respect & high esteem Believe me My
Whitman later included this poem in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891). For Queen Victoria's Birthday
leaveshandwritten; Lightly revised printer's copy of For Queen Victoria's Birthday, which was published in Good-Bye My
It was included without the note in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital
series of lectures & readings &c. through different cities of the north, to supply myself with funds for my
series of lectures & readings &c. through different cities of the north, to supply myself with funds for my
series of lectures & readings &c. through different cities of the north, to supply myself with funds for my
A single line from this manuscript, "Only the undulations of my Thought beneath under the Night and Stars—or
I have read "As a strong bird on pinions free" and can hardly express my admiration for your poetry.
if you would be kind enough to put your autograph in it and I hope you will not think it immodest in my
The essay was reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) before finally being collected in Complete Prose
expected to comprise a thousand or fifteen hundred individuals, and will be under the command of Captain
FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she
O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!
Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading, Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady
FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she
O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!
Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading, Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady
Within my bosom reside two opposing elements" (Bergman 11).
fiercely, and rack my soul with great pain.
These elements are the influences of my nature on the one side, and those of my habits on the other.
My eyes answered, yes. So I learned language.
Only one of them came near to me, in my progress.
about my own age.
Oh Captain, Weave in My Hardy Life and We Two Together have been set to music by Edgar Stillman Kelley
In stanza three the last three lines once read, "But I with silenttread Walk the spot my Captain lies
Must I pass from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee inthe west?" etc.
Answerer) 134 1856 Now Precedent Songs Farewell 403 1888 O Captain, My Captain 262 1865 Offerings 218
J., I give to my friend,Peter Doyle, my silverwatch. I give to H.
—Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation;
I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man, O sharer of my roving life.
Then separate, as disembodied or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation, I
ascend, I float in the regions of your love O man, O sharer of my roving life.
Then separate, as disembodied or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation, I
ascend, I float in the regions of your love O man, O sharer of my roving life.
Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation;
I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man, O sharer of my roving life.
1war and hospital notes and memorandaloc.00373xxx.00118[Farewell my brethren]about 1873poetry1 leafhandwritten
[Farewell my brethren]
Walt Whitman, I owe to you my thanks for many strong, beautiful, bracing words and thoughts of yours—thoughts
that have opened my mind to new possibilities, larger, truer things.
May my right-hand wither if I don't tell the world before another week, what one woman thinks of you.
do not doubt there is more in myself than I have supposed—and more in all men and women —and more in my
"She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a
position for the present, I will ask leave to begin these Notes with such hints of the character of my
father and mother and of my own childhood as may at least help "The Fair Pilot of Loch Uribol" one of
my favorite stories WW WALT WHITMAN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY. 32 Transcribed from our digital image of the
over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my
over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my
over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my
over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my
dog's snout" (section 2), a "milk-nosed maggot" (section 2), and other loathsome visages—that they are "my
Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creas'd and cadaverous march?
I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum; And I knew for my consolation
what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the
pickets, Come here, she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, lim-ber-hipp'dlimber-hipp'd man, Stand at my
upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my
This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there. 3 Features of my
I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation
what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the
near the garden pickets, Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man, Stand at my
upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my
This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there. 3 Features of my
I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation
what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the
near the garden pickets, Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man, Stand at my
upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my
do not procreate like men; all of them and all existing creeds grows not so much of God as I grow in my
moustache, And I am myself waiting my time to be a God; I think I h shall do as much good and be as
pure and prodigious, and do as much good as any; — And when my do, I am, do you suppose it will please
wriggles through the world mankind and hides under helmets and it is not beloved never loved or believed.— My
See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one
to direct you to take the same course in regard to the Fenian arms at Rouse's Point, as indicated in my
as most convenient If possible, kindly let me know your decision in respect to my proposal to select
Whitman:— I send you a little token of my esteem as a birthday present.
A bit of pathos:—"Many a tear of remembrance will have been shed in this city to Captain Hudson, who
I would offer, as an illustration of my meaning, that, in times of peace, a slightly greater ratio of
I twice questioned my informer before I could believe it."
"He flung it down at my door, as though the fellow meant some injury: an Italian would have handled it
I remember Thoreau saying once, when walking with him in my favourite favorite Brooklyn—"What is there
My friends laugh, and say I am getting Conservative—but I am tired of mock radicalism.'
"Well, honour honor is the subject of my story," —was the commencement of a favourite speech with him
I made a call upon Captain Green, one of the vice-presidents of the Penn.
calmly: As at thy portals also, death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my
/ O I will put my motto over it, as it is over the top of this song!" (Whitman, Blue Book 1:188).
He publicly acknowledged Longfellow and recorded their second encounter in "My Tribute to Four Poets.
I took my agn?
My 146 Captain!"
my lands!
My Captain!"
My Captain!
It is that part of my endeavor which has caused the harshest criticism and prevented candid examination
Still I have gone on adding, building up, persevering, so far as I am able to do, in my original intention
"I am not embittered by my lack of success.
My last volume is in response to the interest of my friends abroad."
. * *The two songs on this page are eked out during an afternoon, June, 1888, in my seventieth year,
—THE SUN. 1 O THOU that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers!
Dec. 29, 1890 My Dear Friend, Thinking of you and wondering how your Christmas was spent has tempted
Please accept my thanks for the $2 which you sent the children.
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
Your poems have come to me anew —here in Rome—and have revived and deepened my consciousness of great
I have my studies here—for I am a painter.
to me, As, under doughty Sherman, I march toward the sea.) 3 Me, master, years a hundred, since from my
Me master years a hundred since from my parents sunder'd, A little child, they caught me as the savage
Me master years a hundred since from my parents sunder'd, A little child, they caught me as the savage