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and literary critic with whom she had just initiated a crucial correspondence, "that being foreign to my
LeGendre on the battle field perfectly unable to move I took the blankets that I have strapped to my
all their Artillery and Baggage, and so ended the great battle of Fredericksburg which was lost in my
Straitened up my receipts found the money all came out right to a cent, took a walk about the City
July 12th My Co was releived at 8 A.M. and were to act as a reserve for the other skirmishers that
clothes, and took things comfortably as we were all completely tired out, and I made up my mind that
The following note appears at the top of this page in the diary: "[re]ceived my commission as [first
"My friend." Spoke of Swinburne & Tennyson. Most kind. Head from behind like Darwin. Bought a book.
. 1 DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night, The sad voice of Death—the call of my
alarm'd, uncertain, The Sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding—tell me my
name forever hence immortal, and has welcomed with becoming honor and rejoicing her own gallant son, CAPTAIN
statement near the beginning that describes it as dialectical: "I feel the parts harmoniously blended in my
He argued vehemently that "a new Literature," and especially "a new Poetry, are to be, in my opinion,
Covering all my lands! all my sea-shores lining! Flag of death!
Ah my silvery beauty! ah my woolly white and crim- son crimson !
Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty! My sacred one, my mother.
Covering all my lands—all my seashores lining! Flag of death!
Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
My sacred one, my mother.
Covering all my lands—all my seashores lining! Flag of death!
Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
My sacred one, my mother.
the case, I examined the accounts given on this subject, by the four Evangelists, and according to my
scripture evidence for his being the son of Joseph than otherwise ; although it has not yet changed my
mighty bulwark, not easily removed, yet it has had this salutary effect, to deliver me from judging my
they were in the same belief with myself; neither would I dare to say, positively, that it would be my
how often has my poor soul been brought to this point, when temptations have arisen, 'Get thee behind
Debris 5 DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night, The sad voice of Death—the call of my
alarmed, uncertain, This sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding—tell me my
Joe was very sick two or three weeks ago, but is better now; and I am enjoying my usual good health.
Browning Haddonfield With love from Joe and my self Deborah V.
I saw before me, sitting on the counter, a handsome, burly man, heavily built, and not looking, to my
me as more of a man, more of a democratic man, than the tallest of Whitman's roughs; to the eye of my
love had no bounds—all that my natural fastidiousness and cautious reserve kept from others I poured
Whitman might say to him "'od's my life, Saint Thomas, I am Snug the joiner & no lion, in this poem,
I, for my part, am no believer in the sacredness of the marriage ceremony, can imagine a perfect pure
first person, the poem begins with an apostrophe to the painter, "I...enter lists with thee, claiming my
Whitman originally included the poem in his 1891 manuscript for the Good-Bye My Fancy annex to Leaves
"You are welcome, my brother," said the Unrelenting.
Behold all that is left to brighten my heart!"
"Many years since," said the chief, "when my cheek was soft, and my arms felt the numbness of but few
I felt the edge of my tomahawk—it was keen as my hate.
I raised my arm—I gathered my strength—I struck, and cleft the warrior's brain in quivering halves!"
.; An earlier version of this poem entitled "My Departure" appeared in the Long Island Democrat, 23 October
Among these poems are "O Captain! My Captain!"
Whitman's delivery moved many members of the audience to tears, and he concluded with a reading of his "O Captain
My Captain!" Whitman also delivered the Lincoln lecture in Boston in 1881.
In "Memoranda" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), Whitman reports delivering the Lincoln lecture for the last
"I went that way because it is on my road home.
Please to let me go to my seat—I a'n't well." "Oh yes; that's very likely;" and Mr.
are you, my young gentleman!"
26Death Dogs My Steps (1890).
A.MS. draft.loc.00120xxx.00406Death Dogs My Stepsabout March 3, 1890poetryhandwritten1 leaf12 x 19 cm
; Draft of Death Dogs My Steps written in ink on the inside of a discarded and opened out envelope, addressed
Death Dogs My Steps
In the afterlife, the soul's immaterial body, "transcending my senses and flesh . . . finally loves,
the third (1860) edition, "Starting from Paumanok," announced Whitman's intention to "make poems of my
body and of mortality . . . of my soul and of immortality" (section 6).
In "Scented Herbage of My Breast" and "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking" the poet searches for words
with minor masterpieces of affecting readiness for death: "After the Supper and Talk" and "Good-Bye my
, Manrico's passionate call, Ernani's, sweet Gennaro's, I fold thenceforth, or seek to fold, within my
Visits from English friends are perhaps my chief diversion."
Philadelphia, 1883. is going off slowly—not much cared for by my friends—but I like it.
He asked me somewhat about my life and doings at home.
There is something in my nature furtive like an old hen!
Time alone can absolutely test my poems or any one's.
There was no hurry in his manner; having found me a seat, and then only leaving hold of my hand, he sad
had thought before (and I do not know that I had) that Whitman was eccentric, unbalanced, violent, my
Putting on his grey slouch hat he sallied forth with evident pleasure, and taking my arm as a support
My original idea was that if I could bring men together by putting before them the heart of man, with
As to my own opinion, why", said Holmes, "I have already given you that.
He asked me somewhat about my life and doings at home.
My memories of Walt Whitman include many talks, in which I did my best to obtain light upon these and
I receive now again of my many translations,from my avataras ascending, while others doubtless await
(p.66.) " Camerado, I giveyou my hand, I give you my love more precious than money."
For my enemy is dead,a man divineas myself isdead.
As far as my life goes it is written in the past.
For years it was my wish to live long enough to round out my life's story in my little book, 'The Leaves
I continue my work reading or writing to my friends."
as I tried to put it in my books.
It is only the closest student would find it in my works.
I tell you it's an impossibility to me; why, my whole income from my books during a recent half-year
its eight periods of growth, "hitches," he calls them, he completes them with the annex, "Good-bye my
Whispers of Heavenly Death" cannot be an irreverent person; the impassioned "prayer"— "That Thou, O God, my
For that, O God, be it my latest word, here on my knees, Old, poor, and paralyzed, I thank Thee....
When this is commented upon he laughingly says, "Oh, yes, my friends often tell me there is a book called
She married a sea captain named Davis, but was soon widowed.
Walt Whitman Esq My dear Sir: I ask you to excuse me for neglecting so long to answer your note.
It came to my house instead of the office and was consequently overlooked. It was Mrs.
Singing Thrush" (March 15, 1873; later called "Wandering at Morn"), "Spain" (March 24, 1873), "Sea Captains
—have a pretty bad cold, the doctor does not call my disease by any particular name—I have considerable
I send you my love.
has a relative—a prisoner of war at Camp Chase, Ohio. he is desirous of obtaining the name of some Captains
, an order to obtain his exchange, by securing the release of the Captains.
Several of my brother officers are desirous of obtaining a copy of "the Reconnysance" by Capt Sim's.
& I would esteem it as a great favor, if you would enclose it, in a letter & send it to my address.
You will please accept a copy of my Ca accounts in exchange for your own.
Most of my graduate students are still surprised to find Whitman wrote a novel and published fiction
My dear Mr.
Whitman, My dear Sir: The Browning Society of Boston will hold a Memorial Service in honor of the poet
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
, and My Picture-Gallery, are 14 words of notations in Whitman's hand.
SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance
SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance
New York, March 14, 188 3 My Dear Mr Whitman Enclosed please find CK check for $12.
YORK, March 21 st 189 2 Mr Walt Whitman Dear Sir: Can you let me have "November Boughs" and "Good Bye My
Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was his last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short
Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy" in Leaves of Grass (1891–1892
For more information see, Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman
Furzedown, Streatham Surrey Sunday April 23. 1871 My dear Mr.
day—I have been very, very much occupied & intensely busy one way & another arrears of work claimed my
attention for you know I am not a "briefless barrister" & latterly my work has increased but I have
determined that this glorious spring time shall not pass without my carrying out the my my intention
smell of the flowers, the clouds the rainbows & sun lights as I see them & hear them all from this my
My dear Mr.
you or think of you, I feel once more the cool never to be forgotten breeze of a boundless prairie; my
respire more easily I feel perhaps freer for the time & less material & then again I feel that I hold in my
Layard, " was the extent of my discoveries at Koyunjik.
No matter what length of time I spent in proving my case, I generally found my eloquence was expended
I had but time to throw up my right arm, when the avalanche descended.
I await my turn. In due time it comes.
My warriors fell around me. It began to look dismal. I saw my evil day at hand.
Can my your sight behold them as with oysters eyes?
Dooryard Bloom'd," as one of his supreme achievements in this mode.Late in life Whitman commented, "My
Similarly, "the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the shape of my head in the sunlit water" (section
beginning of the poem Whitman calls the sights and sounds around him "glories strung like beads on my
My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman. Boston: Beacon, 1985. Coffman, Stanley K., Jr.
walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.
; That I was, I knew was of my body—and what I should be, I knew I should be of my body. 7 It is not
mast- hemm'd mast-hemm'd Manhattan, My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide,
face, Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!
walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.
; That I was, I knew was of my body—and what I should be, I knew I should be of my body.
, My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide, The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies
face, Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!
than you suppose, And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my
forever held in solution, I too had receiv'd identity by my body, That I was I knew was of my body,
What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you? We understand then do we not?
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!
you suppose, And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence, are more to me, and more in my
walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.
, That I was, I knew was of my body—and what I should be, I knew I should be of my body.
Manhatta , My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edged waves of flood-tide, The sea-gulls oscillating
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!