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the streets, nor the bright windows with goods in them, Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my
as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love, Offering response to my
the streets, nor the bright windows with goods in them, Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my
as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love, Offering response to my
50-51uva.00023xxx.00085City of my walks and joyslate 1850spoetryhandwritten1 leaf8.5 x 10 cm pasted to
City of my walks and joys
Calamus 18. p 363 City of my walks and joys!
little you h You city : what do y you repay me for my daily walks joys Not these your crowded rows of
delicious athletic love fresh as nature's air and herbage— —offering me full repa respon ds se equal of my
my own, These repay me—Lovers, continual Lovers continu only repay me.— This manuscript is a draft of
City of my walks and joys
Do you think my getting my shirts made so cheaply, or my buying clothes at a low price, has anything
In the 1860 edition he boasts that he will "take for my love some prostitute" ("Enfans d'Adam" number
BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause—for
take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropt aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead
BY the city dead-house by the gate, As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause
Fair, fearful wreck—tenement of a soul—itself a soul, Unclaim'd, avoided house—take one breath from my
BY the city dead-house by the gate, As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause
Fair, fearful wreck—tenement of a soul—itself a soul, Unclaim'd, avoided house—take one breath from my
BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause—for
take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropt aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead
I initiated you into Milton nearly thirty years ago, my dear Seward; and I rejoice to find that you still
Often—often—often, my dear sir. VOL.
originality is the difference between the Bible and Paradise Lost. 766 Seldom—seldom—seldom if ever, my
nations in Asia or Africa not Christian, would see any great point in his poem, if read to th It is, my
"You have worked hard to-day, my son." "I've been mowing."
Feel of my hands." There were blisters on them like great lumps. Tears started in the widow's eyes.
I'd as leive lieve be in my grave as there." And the child burst into a passionate fit of weeping.
"There, my lads," he said to his companions, "there's a new recruit for you.
"I've no occasion; beside, it makes my head ache, and I have promised my mother not to drink any," was
emerges from his "bower refresh'd with sleep" and urges, "Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my
body as I pass, / Be not afraid of my body."
A curious line in the middle of the poem—"The body of my love, the body of the woman I love, the body
Amativeness, and even Animality. . . . the espousing principle of those lines so gives breath of life to my
I cannot, of course, convey to others that particular kind of influence, which is derived from my being
I must hardly expect, therefore, that to those who hear it through the medium of my pen, the narration
times which marked our American Revolution that the incidents occurred which are the foundation of my
Again I ask pardon for my rudeness. Let me now be shown to this chamber—this haunted chamber.
He came to my very bed-side; his small hand was raised, and almost touched my face.
"You have worked hard to-day, my son." "I've been mowing."
So, curse me if you sha'n't have a suck at my expense."
"There, my lads," said he, turning to his companions, "There's a new recruit for you.
Besides, my mother has often prayed me not to drink , and I promised to obey her."
" My mother has often prayed me not to drink!
For my part when I meet anyone of erudition I want to get away, it terrifies me.
Not like some of my friends, very thick at first, then falling off."
I should have my friends there, as I have here."
I am feeling pretty well so far (Yet I attribute my feeling pretty well now to my visit for the last
year and a half, to the Creek and farm, and being with my dear friends the S—'s).
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done.
Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. II.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells! Rise up!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
of Bascom 242 F Street stating that our testimony did not agree with the company rolls in regard to my
Clair my best wishes to you and Mrs.
Mr Abbot offered to assist me if necessary if he is there perhaps he can use his influence in my favour
My dear Friend, I send you this comprehensive brevity to tell you how glad I am that you are regaining
My dear friend I cannot tell you what joy your message has given me, both as proof of your improvement
With what joyful smiling I thank God that you are better, as I wept from my heart, at hearing of your
ancestor of yours settled very early in Weymouth, this portion of which where I am now staying was my
I write to inform you that I have expunged from the forthcoming Edition of my "Talks with Emerson" a
Such was my feeling I remember in regard to the effect of the incident when I mentioned it.
Yours with high respect, Charles J Woodbury I am only here temporarily; my permanent address is,— #123
Sir Today I was coming to Camden full of hope that I might see you but I have not enough money to pay my
Yes—you are good—may I come to see you when my ship returns in about a month?
I hope— Will you accept my "Minutiæ." Will you— if you are able —write to me.
my own rhymes—being assisted in this (perhaps unwise move) by my friends.
May I send you a copy of my book in June?—when it will be safely out. D. V.
MY FRIEND I have a friend who is so true to me, We may not parted be.
away; He is my perfect day.
Thou art indeed my friend while ages roll, O! thou my deathless soul. C. W. S. AT ANCHOR.
in the London Journal and the promise of a bit of your writing for me to frame with the picture of my
Now my voice is stronger, I ask, why will you not speak to me?
For the first time I act as my nature prompts me.
This is my mode of life:—At dusk I reach some village, a few grass huts by the sea or in some valley.
You will easily imagine, my dear sir, how delightful I find this life.
My address is San Francisco, Cal Box 1005. P. O. I shall immediately return there.
I am numbed with the frigid manners of the Christians; barbarism has given me the fullest joy of my life
If I could only know that it has pleased you I should bless my stars fervantly.
sure of your friendship and I should try to life live the real life there for your sake as well as for my
(my address always ) Charles Warren Stoddard to Walt Whitman, 2 April 1870
It is now my chief delight and I am glad to tell you so.
Command me in return, my friend, and see if I will not respond.
neck, My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm.
My friend Joaquin Miller and I have often talked of you.
I desired much to see you when I was on my way home from the Old World—two years ago—but failed.
even though only in thought and by letter, though ere long I hope to see you face to face, for He, my
To thee I offer my affection, for that is all I can, but may we meet ere long. So long.
South Norwalk Ct April 9th 1876 Walt Whitman My Dear Sir You may and doubtless will think very strange
I think you will understand my motive well enough to think this emanates from a sincere feeling of admiration
Hine is referencing the poem that Whitman would eventually title "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?"
Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Friday, September 13, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My
see you sometime next month—I expect to come East on a short visit, and will spend a day with you on my
—My dear mother is yet living in Boston at the age of 77.
—one of the principal objects of my visit is of course to see her once more.
the Saturday Evn'g Transcript so you need not send that number, but you seldom do so—God bless you my
.— I enclose you my professional card.
after a fair trial I do not succeed in earning a living in this way I shall probably drift back into my
important cases and good fees on prospect I was unable to realize the cash proceeds; so I applied and got my
—I hope to resume practice in this state, some time in the future, when I have paid my debts and saved
My mother is still living in Boston at the age of 75, well and hearty.
I hope you are fairly comfortable—God bless you my old and long tried friend— "With fond affection and
William was unable to answer, much to his regret, but I did the best I could on my own account.
I have to apologize for a slight inaccuracy which crept into my article.
John Frederick Schiller Gray was a captain in the Twentieth New York Infantry and later held the same
read your Poem "Leaves of Grass"—I have read nothing hitherto in which in a large sense I recognized my
The business would be unmixed pleasure to me were my capital larger, as I think I can serve humanity
This X is taken from my rent money, and makes us much short on rent.
with eight failures of those owing us, and many of the books that were supposed to be sold for cost by my
I do not forget what I am owing to you, and try in every way to raise something towards discharging my
In order to tide over the dullness, I have accepted proofreading outside of my business, altho' although
My business is in the hands of a rural boy, & I attend to my correspondence from 4 A.M. till 6:30 A.M
But my mortification at having to ask you to wait, under all the circumstances, is very great.
, Dear Sir, I wrote to you a week since, as to call upon you and since I have received no I presume my
My former letter was, then, a formal request for permission to see you.
Your permission would be a favor and, if it must be so, your denial would put an end to my suspense.
felt and displayed, practicaly practically the warmest sympathy for her—Dr Rutherford had insisted on my
you of her sickness that it would worry you, but I consider her in extreme danger, and felt it to be my
I wish she was near Lou and George —I am at times much discouraged and too nervous to wait upon her—my
Mention to George—My anual annual interest 15 dollars only is due in November—I have 10 dollars toward
. ; my personal washing amounts to just 4 pieces a week, with a pair of stocking and two or three handkerchiefs
She is too thoroughly selfish—There has been a proposition also for my absence—a few short months, run
down my place more than I would like to recover—So I shall rent the house—It is but a shelter since,
I was sick; she deliberately turned the key on me, and I had to stay at my room all night—comment is
To state the latest: this morning (Sunday) I got up and prepared my own breakfast as usual (and after
having went over my garden (until 10 o'clock, I quietly took a chair and sat down to enjoy a perusal
I threw down the paper indignantly, and seizing my boots and coat retired to the kitchen, and shut the
But I was pursued there, and could not escape without forcing my way; but I came out of the encounter
with the back of my right hand so badly lacerated by her nails, that I am compelled to bandage it.
She makes a half barbarous life for herself, however and allmost almost baffles all my efforts at times
: Han could have done better and saved me great mortification, but her mother in Brooklyn, thwarted my
For my part I have as much care as I desire, and more than I ever anticipated.
I have just paid off the mortgage on my house and have sustained myse lf here, not so much upon the merit
or appreciation of my paintings, as by a certai n force of character, which has found sympathy among
So he has expressed back boxes—I lone prepaid all charges—My chances to sell are better here— We have
If she brought a half loaf of bread to my house, she took butter or tea away in return for it, and I
Nothing of me, or of the future to arise for me, out of my labour, and progressions.
My idea was, that, if I did go to Europe, "to let her board, in the most comfortable manner, and raise
C Studio 21 Pearl St Sept. 8. 91 My dearly esteemed Brother and most reliable Friend— Han rec' d your
Heyde Have paid my taxes, this year—an assessment for water pipe of 15 dollars is yet unpaid.
require it—I never undressed coldest nights last winter—tired oft as an old vetrans , I dropped in my
narative. narrative Got a heater last winter, gave a picture for it—pipe passed into chimney through my
room mad made it comfortable— My sister on Staten Island has been dangerously ill for some weeks—now
several children and grand children—sincere— guiless— guileless beloved——I have not seen either of my
beautiful day overhead, and an adventurous robin chirping at 4 O:Clock this morning—I heard him from my
window—but cold chilly, freezing nights prevail—I am quite unsteady on my legs, from effects of the
grippe—and my stomach is weak, but I feel stronger this morning and encouraged— God bless you Walt, he