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However, this editorial is part of a series of texts that deal with a coherent theme that has been identified

of his first circle of fervent supporters and, in the end, helped make him famous.After finding a part-time

equivalent, in its real world, to that of the fabled damned," as he wrote in Democratic Vistas (Prose Works 2:

The whole epic story of black American experience of the conflict lies outside Whitman's reach—and, for

Boston: Small, Maynard, 1906; Vol. 2. New York: Appleton, 1908; Vol. 3.

Floyd Stovall. 2 vols. New York: New York UP, 1963–1964. Civil War, The [1861–1865]

In part, the has been shaped by what has seemed most fundable.

We expect to be able to answer such questions in part visually via dynamic maps.

and the slavery, race, and emancipation story.

For the most part, has developed as a stand-alone project.

, but we have the sites open in a separate window to visually reinforce the idea that they are not part

Day developed many journalistic techniques such as using reporters and including stories about ordinary

Even though it featured many sensationalized stories that were discredited, The Sun persisted in some

The Tribune focused on national news stories, although it also featured some local news, and sympathized

Day developed many journalistic techniques such as using reporters and including stories about ordinary

Even though it featured many sensationalized stories that were discredited, The Sun persisted in some

The Tribune focused on national news stories, although it also featured some local news, and sympathized

A prolific essayist, poet, and short story writer, she won a following in the magazines and newspapers

his lifetime, concludes: "Darkly and sadly his spirit has fled, / But his name will long linger in story

Williams" dated December 2, 1880. The poem was first published in 1881. A Clear Midnight

Midnight, A" (1881)The last manuscript draft of "A Clear Midnight" appears on the back of a letter dated 2

Here I grew up—the studs and rafters are grown parts of me.

noted, "If I've become a Whitmanite I'm sorry—I never read 40 lines of him in my life" (qtd. in Gribben 2:

Mark Twain's Library: A Reconstruction. 2 vols. Boston: Hall, 1980. Kaplan, Justin.

you also send, as promptly as you can fill the orders, the following Reports: Equity Cases, abridged, 2

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of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!

What is prudence is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the

of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!

What is prudence is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the

2 ('Tis while our army lines Carolina's sand and pines, Forth from thy hovel door, thou, Ethiopia, com'st

life a share or more or less, None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is waiting. 2

pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, pre- mature premature death, all these I part

sending itself ahead countless years to come. 2 O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You, We touch

and am all and believe in all, I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part

(Have I forgotten any part? any thing in the past?

life a share or more or less, None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is waiting. 2

pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, pre- mature premature death, all these I part

sending itself ahead countless years to come. 2 O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You, We touch

and am all and believe in all, I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part

(Have I forgotten any part? any thing in the past?

the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting

the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting

have been, young men, To tell the secret of my nights and days, To celebrate the need of comrades. 2.

and the silent manner of me, with- out without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting

—No; But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of the crowd, parting the

part- ing parting of dear friends, The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas- sionately passionately

I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. 2

and the silent manner of me, with- out without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting

—No; But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of the crowd, parting the

part- ing parting of dear friends; The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas- sionately passionately

I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. 2

brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting

—No; But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of the crowd, parting the

part- ing parting of dear friends; The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas- sionately passionately

My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm; Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting

—no; But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting

My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm; Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting

—no; But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting

I am your poet, because I am part of you; O days by-gone! Enthusiasts! Antecedents!

I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not my body—not friendship

Riches, opinions, politics, institutions, to part obe- diently obediently from the path of one man or

Recall ages—One age is but a part—ages are but a part; Recall the angers, bickerings, delusions, superstitions

Have I forgotten any part? Come to me, whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.

2 The love of the Body of man or woman balks ac- count account —the body itself balks account; That of

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you; I believe

bones, and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say, these are not the parts

, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex, as parts

shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done; I will play a part

2 The love of the Body of man or woman balks ac- count account —the body itself balks account; That of

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you; I believe

, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex, as parts

touch you, For I could not die till I once look'd on you, For I fear'd I might afterwards lose you. 2

(Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe; Return in peace to the ocean, my love; I too am part of

2 The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, That of the male

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you, I believe

bones and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say these are not the parts

Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of

shall be lawless, rude, illiterate, he shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done, I will play a part

2 The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, That of the male

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you, I believe

bones and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say these are not the parts

Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of

shall be lawless, rude, illiterate, he shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done, I will play a part

war, (that shall serve for our pre- lude prelude , songs of soldiers,) How Manhattan drum-taps led. 2

mother kisses her son—the son kisses his mother; (Loth is the mother to part—yet not a word does she

globe uprisen around me; Yet there with my soul I fed—I fed content, super- cilious supercilious . 2

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY. VOLUNTEER OF 1861-2.

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hill-top, this same ground.

flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores, The tearful parting

, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother, (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

Volunteer of 1861-2, (at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting the Centenarian.)

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.

flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores, The tearful parting

, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother, (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

Volunteer of 1861-2, (at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting the Centenarian.)

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.

the past, By my side, or back of me, Eve following, Or in front, and I following her just the same. 2.

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you; I believe

and the marrow in the bones, 26 The exquisite realization of health, O I say now these are not the parts

, All the governments, judges, gods, followed persons of the earth, These are contained in sex, as parts

IN the new garden, in all the parts, In cities now, modern, I wander, Though the second or third result

what fluid, vast identity, Holding the universe with all its parts as one—as sailing in a ship?

On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide! On for your time, ye furious debouché!

; Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the hinges turning, Duly the needed discord-parts

intentionless, the whole a nothing, And haply yet some drop within God's scheme's ensemble—some wave, or part

the ceaseless ferry, faces and faces and faces, I see them and complain not, and am content with all. 2

thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost. 2

, Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope, From unsuspected parts

the ceaseless ferry, faces and faces and faces, I see them and complain not, and am content with all. 2

thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost. 2

, Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope, From unsuspected parts

2 Be it so, then I answer'd, I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any

sailors young and old, haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, In full rapport at last. 2

Put in thy chants said he, No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in, Put first

Put in thy chants said he, No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in, Put first

utmost, a little washed-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

, Death holds all parts together, Death has just as much purport as Life has, Do you enjoy what Life

does not counteract another part—he is the joiner—he sees how they join.

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

Here I grew up—the studs and rafters are grown parts of me.

day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he be- came became ; And that object became part

of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him; Winter-grain sprouts, and those

of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day. 2.

2. TEARS! tears! tears!

2.

spans them, and always has spann'd, and shall forever span them, and com- pactly compactly hold them. 2.

exception ; And henceforth I will go celebrate anything I see or am, And sing and laugh, and deny nothing. 2.

forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And that object became part

of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him; Winter-grain sprouts, and those

, They gave this child more of themselves than that; They gave him afterward every day—they became part

ceaseless ferry, faces, and faces, and faces: I see them, and complain not, and am content with all. 2

I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality—on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2

is of consequence; Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day, month, any part

of his mouth, or the shaping of his great hands; All that is well thought or said this day on any part

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

through the sod, and turn it up under- neath underneath ; I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat. 2

Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick per- son person —Yet behold!

balk me, The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, premature death, all these I part

destin'd conqueror—yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere, And Death and infidelity at every step.) 2

west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeath'd, both mother's and father's, His first parts

employments, are you and me, Past, present, future, are you and me. 18 I swear I dare not shirk any part

of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not the promulgation of Liberty—not to cheer up slaves

with the Power's pulsations—and the charm of my theme was upon me, Till the tissues that held me, parted