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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.
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
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
My dear Friend, I send you this comprehensive brevity to tell you how glad I am that you are regaining
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
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.
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).
"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!
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.
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
"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
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
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
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
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
nor the bright win- dows windows , with goods in them; Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my
your fre- quent frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love, Offering response to my own—these
nor the bright win- dows windows , with goods in them; Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my
your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love, Offering response to my own—these repay me; Lovers
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
" poem, which acquired its present title in 1867, was originally called by its first line, "City of my
yours—yet peace no more; In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine; War, red war, is my
yours—yet peace no more, In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine, War, red war is my
yours—yet peace no more; In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine; War, red war, is my
yours—yet peace no more, In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine, War, red war is my
I am under obligations to them both, for their courtesy during my visits, and for professional explanations
P. with gentle but firm hand, holding a pair of nippers, seemed to me larger than the end joint of my
yellow blue handkerchief around her head, and such an expression on her face, that I at once made up my
But my sketch must close for this week, or rather, be suspended, to give in another article, in the next
In a former part of my account, Dr. Wright Post's name was mentioned.
To be plain at once, and say my say about this, I do not think there is a public edifice in America—school
Broadway Hospital, the heating and ventilation are by steam; and I have to acknowledge that during my
I can count on my fingers, on one hand, all the good people who have bequeathed to the institution; and
For my part, as I stand in the presence of these fine and eloquent faces, I acknowledge without demur
Wishing to make my parting bow to this worthy old establishment, by bringing things up to date, I took
The ward devoted to these cases was only sparsely filled at the time of my visit of last Wednesday.
One Sunday night, in a ward in the South Building, I spent one of the most agreeable evenings of my life
I see evidences of her having been there, almost always, on my visits.
At the time of my visit on Wednesday, there were several soldiers brought in from the 105th New York
countless thousands of people—I must here resume the thing, after a fashion, and tuck you, reader, under my
and also here asseverate, once for all, that when I do so specify, I do it to give definiteness to my
My first personal knowledge of the Bowery Theatre was about twenty-seven or eight years ago, when I was
All these are among my hobbledehoy dramatic reminiscences.
At first, I remember, I used to go with other boys, my pals; but I afterward preferred to go alone, I
was so absorbed in the performance, and disliked any one to distract my attention.
From what I have gleaned of old stage-frequenters, here and abroad, I have made up my mind that in a
I ask for their decipherment from a learned person in my neighborhood.
newspapers but later gathered into Specimen Days & Collect (1882), November Boughs (1888), and Good-Bye My
The man whose motto is, "my party can do no wrong;" and whose practice is to unreflectingly array himself
turning point in his own life, what he later termed "the very centre, circumference, umbilicus, of my
In the poem "To Thee Old Cause" he wrote, "My book and the war are one," and elsewhere he wrote that
My thinking on a set of interrelated issues—what is it we should be editing?
He once said that "arose out of my life in Brooklyn and New York from 1838 to 1853, absorbing a million
Based on my experience with this project, it is a responsibility not quickly or easily met. developed
(I wouldn't be surprised, conversely, if my historian friends regard the as a long footnote on war-time
My own contribution will be an analysis of the Armory Square Hospital Gazette .
Walt Whitman Esq My dear Sir Many thanks for the Copy of the Two Rivulets."
distinctly I comprehend no better sphere than this earth, I comprehend no better life than the life of my
I do not know what follows the death of my body, But I know well that whatever it is, it is best for
I am not uneasy but I shall have good housing to myself, 11* But this is my first—how can I like the
, I suppose the pink nipples of the breasts of women with whom I shall sleep will taste the same to my
lips, But this is the nipple of a breast of my mother, always near and always divine to me, her true
In turn, Twain noted, "If I've become a Whitmanite I'm sorry—I never read 40 lines of him in my life"
Talbot's brief, I preferred to make one of my own, and have done so, and will send it to the branch printing
body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
COURAGE yet, my brother or my sister!
Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?
WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?
MY PICTURE-GALLERY.
body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
COURAGE yet, my brother or my sister!
Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?
WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?
MY PICTURE-GALLERY.
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.
, with bends and chutes; And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri; The
My limbs, my veins dilate; The blood of the world has fill'd me full—my theme is clear at last: —Banner
COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols?
O my breast aches with tender love for all!
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your
I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies, as I myself do,
name, the Past, And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.
COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols?
O my breast aches with tender love for all!
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your
I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies, as I myself do,
name, the Past, And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.
LOVER divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God.
O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my God.
All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.
arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs
SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance