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received—I am greatly obliged for this copy, but still more thankful to you for having written the Book

Often called the "workshop" edition, the volume consisted of four separately paginated books stitched

Whitman's letter to James Speed of October 13, 1866, in which Whitman requests three dollars for the book

I transmit you herewith a certified transcript from the books of the President's office, in relation

aged 55 years, formerly Postmaster at the village of Monument, Mass. on the Cape Cod Railroad—now in prison

examination of the Case, I devoutly believe in) —I submit, that he has already served four years in prison

joined the navy and became second assistant engineer on the steamer "Ossipee"; see Whitman's address book

that you cause an order to be issued to the commandment at the Fortress to relax the rigor of the prisoner's

arsenal, 950 a lot, going to put up brick houses" (Trent Collection of Whitmaniana, Duke University Rare Book

refer to Walt Whitman, who has just published another edition of his much criticised and remarkable book

This unique and original book can be obtained by addressing the author here and enclosing three dollars

Fort Delaware, in certain cases of Habeas Corpus, sued out before Judge Hall, in behalf of some prisoners

act as a counsel for commandant of Fort Delaware, in Habeas Corpus Cases before Judge Hall, as to prisoners

The first poem, 'Walt Whitman,' which is a compend of the book, has for its central purpose, perhaps,

I am, at least, not aware that anything in the book is simulated or forced: whether successful or not

Kennedy lists him among Whitman's "Bitter and Relentless Foes and Villifiers"; see The Fight of a Book

Whitman's copy of Stanbery's "Order Book" is in the Charles E. Feinberg Collection.

Your book also came safely. I accept it, as a kind & valuable gift—& heartily thank you.

Kennedy lists him among Whitman's "Bitter and Relentless Foes and Villifiers"; see The Fight of a Book

—it is a magazine—it is for sale at most of the book-stands—30 cts—it has a piece in about me —I think

I sent Han a book—"Lady Audley's Secret" —& shall send her a letter to-day.

But as I am not willing you should be the loser, in such a manner, I send you my book, by same mail with

Although Whitman at this time kept no record of book sales, probably three dollars was the price he expected

The book was still-born.

Some three score copies were deposited in a neighboring book store, and as many more in another book

The full history of the book, if it could ever be written, would be a very curious one.

But he has been a reader of men and of things, and a student of America, much more than of books.

The influence of books and works of art upon an author may be seen in all respectable writers.

which a new edition has just been issued, not because we accept it as a just critical estimate of that book

The book is, perhaps, the most astounding one of the age.

There is an immense sense of space in the book.

Wherever she appears in the book, she appears augustly. She is the matrix of all.

WHITMAN'S book may not be understood at all for a long time.

Dec. 2, 1866 My dear Whitman: I find your book and cordial letter, on returning home from a lecturing

I have had the first edition of your Leaves of Grass among my books, since its first appearance, and

Kennedy lists him among Whitman's "Bitter and Relentless Foes and Villifiers"; see The Fight of a Book

Washington I tried to find you but could not. when you first met me, on leaving you you gave me a small book

Every thing goes on the same in the office—I have written again to Han—I send her some book or something

Brooklyn Dec 21st/66 Dear Walt, Sent letter to Worthen —as soon as received  Mother received letter and book—by

the way can I get one of the books to present to Ruggles  The $31 was made up as follows  Moses Lane

He published several books on engineering and served as president of the American Society of Civil Engineers

The puppy thought I suppose that he could get his letter printed, & injure me & my book.

Hannah acknowledged receipt of the book in her letter to her mother on March 20, 1867 (Trent Collection

of Whitmaniana, Duke University Rare Books, Manuscript, and Special Collections Library).

I read one verse of his "Laus Veneris," in a store, and bought the book—When critics or ordinary readers

burdened with dewy fragrancies fragrances — There is enough beauty in your "Leaves" to make a rare book

I read one verse of his "Laus Veneris," in a store, and bought the book—When critics or ordinary readers

it, and earth burdend with dewy fragrancies— There is enough beauty in your "Leaves" to make a rare book

HarIan said, was that he had written the book of poetry entitled . This book Mr.

Open this other book of his, "William Shakespeare," a book with only one grave fault, the omission of

What book is spared?

Nearly every other great book bleeds.

I see it in his book and in his life.

Often called the "workshop" edition, the volume consisted of four separately paginated books stitched

WHEN I READ THE BOOK.

Let the prison-keepers be put in prison! Let those that were prisoners take the keys! (Say!

The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison—the run-away son

book-words! what are you?

17 All the hapless silent lovers, All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,

drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it; Books

For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book, Nor is it by reading it you

how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were, Then I am pensive—I hastily put down the book

library, Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book

for the book-shelf; Only a few carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.

see these sights on the earth; I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners

things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books

of every rank and re- ligion religion ; A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker; A prisoner

to consider if it really be; A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books

well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported; The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners

I embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering; See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel

drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it; Books

For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book, Nor is it by reading it you

I see the menials of the earth, laboring; I see the prisoners in the prisons; I see the defective human

What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-books, now?

The shape of the prisoner's place in the court-room, and of him or her seated in the place; The shape

alarm, and fre- quent frequent advance and retreat, The infidel triumphs—or supposes he triumphs, The prison

The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison—the run-away son

slave is one with the master's call, and the master salutes the slave, The felon steps forth from the prison—the

YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain'd and hand-cuff'd

with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison?

NOW lift me close to your face till I whisper, What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part of

a book; It is a man, flush'd and full-blooded—it is I—So long!

down, throwing the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs; The salesman leaving the store—the boss, book-keeper

doors to me, proud libraries, For that which was lacking among you all, yet needed most, I bring; A book

your dear sake, O soldiers, And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades; The words of my book

nothing, the life of it every- thing everything ; A book separate, not link'd with the rest, nor felt

book-words! what are you?

17 All the hapless silent lovers, All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,

labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in myself; Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison

hour supreme, No poem proud I, chanting, bring to thee—nor mastery's rapturous verse; But a little book

Who are you, that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?

Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen'd!

not what is printed, preach'd, discuss'd—it eludes discussion and print; It is not to be put in a book—it

is not in this book; It is for you, whoever you are—it is no farther from you than your hearing and

descends and goes, instead of the carver that carved the supporting desk; When I can touch the body of books

their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products, games, wars, manners, crimes, pris- ons prisons

When I Read the Book WHEN I READ THE BOOK.

WHEN I read the book, the biography famous; And is this, then, (said I,) what the author calls a man's