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New York 7th June 1879 My recollection of what Miss — told me on the Friday evening, just one week after
well, & recollect asking Miss — at what point in it the tragedy occurred, but her answer has escaped my
part of the stories told I knew from competent & trustworthy sources & also, in a small measure, from my
Walt Whitman My name is not for publication, though if my subscription were for five thousand dollars
You perhaps remember calling on me 3 or 4 years ago, when I lent you my diary of the war days from which
If you are in present straits, I will enclose you my little offering at once without waiting for a formal
England 31 st May 1890 Dear Sir Many people in this country, who are admirers of my brother Edward Carpenter
Hoping you will pardon my presumpt ion & kindly accede to my request, Believe me to be Yours truly Alfred
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
My dear Whitman, I received this morning from an old friend (Mr.
R Bedford Penn a Pennsylvania July 31st 85 My Dear Mr Whitman I am here in these mountains and all around
I will follow in the footsteps of my parents as in their young days they did the very same thing.
Having been told so many times at my mothers knee of how she did these things when she was young.
Soul to do these things over again as my parents did them.
I see many friends and many who were friends of my Father and Mother.
In 1888, after Alcott's death, Whitman said, "Alcott was always my friend" (With Walt Whitman 1:333)
In 1888, after Alcott's death, Whitman said, "Alcott was always my friend" (With Walt Whitman 1:333)
have a favorable opportunity, by means of a visitor to the hospital, who is now sitting by the side of my
called upon me & given me a few trifles——— Dear friend, I wish you would say to Mrs Rice I send her my
the face of a friend,—I wish you would write me a good long letter, some of you my dear friends, as
a letter from home is very acceptable in hospital——— My diarrhea is still somewhat troublesome, yet I
please put a stamp on & write to me—Please give my love to the friends in the village & tell them I
3-12-1890 Walt Whitman, My Dear Friend:— Allow me to express my ineffable gratefulness to you for the
immense delight your "Leaves of Grass" have thrilled me with, in the form of a few of my rhapsodies
under the ban of your warm regards for my poetic productions—(properly belonging to the 21 & 22 centuries
poems, which were received with much pleasure by the public—But they were the poorest specimens of my
work—Had it been otherwise—that is, one of my most select copies,—the people would have recoiled from
Whitman:— Dear Sir:— I am collecting the autographs of famous men and I would like to have yours in my
March 25, 188 3 Walt Whitman My old time friend Do you ever think of the boy that you found sick in the
This man (whose frame, as I afterward found, was no mean type of the generous heart within) came to my
bed, sat down, & after some talk with me wrote a letter to my parents in Michigan.
This act secured my gratitude & we became intimately acquainted & close friends—Being furloughed in July
an ugly bullet hole through my left lung that time finding a lodgment at Armory Sqr.
My friend was still in Washington, we met, & our intimacy was renewed and again abruptly broken off in
On the reverse (nyp.00100) is a fragment related to the poem eventually titled Who Learns My Lesson Complete
Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My Lesson
Song of Myself": "Echos, ripples, and buzzed whispers . . . . loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine, / My
respiration and inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through
my lungs, / The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea- rocks, and
.; Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My
(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes—the old, the incessant war?)
painful and choked articulations—you mean- nesses meannesses ; You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
resolutions, you racking angers, you smoth- er'd smother'd ennuis; Ah, think not you finally triumph—My
poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats, Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me, (For what is my
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses, You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth, It shall yet march forth o'ermastering
poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats, Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me, (For what is my
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses, You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth, It shall yet march forth o'ermastering
(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes—the old, the incessant war?)
painful and choked articulations—you mean- nesses meannesses ; You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis; Ah, think not you finally triumph—My
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
what he had recently described in "A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads" as his program to "exploit [my
The dominant themes in the two annexes, "Sands and Seventy" and Good-Bye my Fancy," as well as in "Old
Speaking to Horace Traubel about their subject matter, Whitman said, "Of my personal ailments, of sickness
This questioning mood may be found in "Queries to my Seventieth Year," published about a month before
Still the lingering sparse leaves are, he says, "my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest, / The
excellent companionship made my Kluge tenure one of the most generative times of my creative life.
reader, and my most fiery critic.
to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet. 142 Whitman
I had to give up my health for it—my body— the vitality of my physical self. . . . What did I get?
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial! 80 What I have I also give you.
After the Supper and Talk" can be compared to two other farewell poems, "Good-Bye my Fancy!
After the dazzle of Day After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark dark night shows to my eyes the
stars; After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart my soul, moves
After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars; After the clangor
of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true.
group of little children, and their ways and chatter, flow in, upon me Like welcome rippling water o'er my
levee in life,— After death Now when I am looked back upon, I will I hold levee, after death, I lean on my
left elbow—I take ten thousand lovers, one after another, by my right hand.— I have all lives, all effects
by my children? Are to be they really failures? are they sterile, incompetent yieldings after all?
Are they not indeed to be as victorious shouts from my children?
a makes raises but bubble of the sea-ooze in comparison with against that unspeakable Something in my
—I look back upon that time in my own days.— I have no gibes nor mocks mockings or laughter;—I have only
the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, which was ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "Backward I see in my
appreciate the natural Man and freeing me from much [sic] theological or conventional preconceptions due to my
Sin ceased to dominate my view of life..." (qtd. in Hancock 48).
It would be impardonable not to notice the very beautiful mezzotint of Captain Nathan Hale, the Hero
Think, oh my soul, devoutly think, How, with affrighted eyes, Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep In all
Yet then from all my griefs, on lord!
Thy mercy set me free; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee.
My life, if thou preserv'st my life, Thy sacrifice shall be, And death, if death must be my doom Shall
join my soul to thee.
My noble and dear friend—Walt Whitman, I have had the pleasure of talking for you, and of you again.
One man—fine—true and scholarly and sincere took my hand and said: "I am converted."
Then—when it came—it was so different from my fancies—but you dear friend, were not disappointing.
Of course it has all been better said, but I must have my chance just the same.
V. ) in the midst of brick and stone again, in my home in Boston.
I picked them on purpose for you—and here they are—with my love and gratitude.
Dear Friend You were so good as to call yourself so, in my book,—that I value more than you guess,—and
The dear little crocuses I picked from my own tiny spot of earth, and sent each one laden with loving
There seemed no prospect of my going. The way seemed hedged.
Specimen Days (1882), November Boughs (1888), and Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) are important Whitman sources
Whitman often commented upon the genius of Booth and called him "one of the grandest revelations of my
I have the shackles on my shoulders still.—but I have no wings.
If you care to know who it is that writes this my name is Abraham Stoker (Junior).
My friends call me Bram. I live at no 43 Harcourt St Dublin.
I am ugly but strong and determined and have a large bump over my eyebrows.
I say it to my own shame but not to my regret for it has taught me a lesson to last my life out—without
editorial decisions, which included editing potentially objectionable content and removing entire poems: "My
119 Lower Baggot Street Dublin 14 February 1876 My dear Mr. Whitman, 'Bram Stoker Feb, '76.
My friend Edward Dowden has told me often that you like new acquaintances or I should rather say friends
I wrote the enclosed draft of a letter which I intended to copy out and send to you —it has lain in my
much consolation—and I do believe that your open earnest speech has not been thrown away on me or that my
a hot debate on your genius at the Fortnightly Club in which I had the privilege of putting forward my
Grose's membership in the Surrey regiment earned him the title of captain in 1766, which he adopted as
It being my first efforts at publishing, I would make extraordinary efforts to have an extensive sale
One of my reasons for securing your friendship is my appreciation for you as a man, well knowing your
I shall take the liberty of enclosing a card as soon as my arrangement for location is completed.
in London in 1882, albeit in a significantly edited form under the title of "The Tomb Flowers," in My
Much like the bachelor narrator of " My Boys and Girls ," closely identified with Whitman himself, the
Also, like "My Boys and Girls," this story too turns to the fleeting nature of youth and childhood and
Boanes' nephew, admitting that "the name of the person is burnt in welcome characters of fire upon my
his second letter to Hale, Whitman emphasized the success of his earlier fiction pieces, writing, "My
Requital," a sentence that seemed to make an explicit statement against capital punishment: "Some of my
About "My Boys and Girls" Whitman's " My Boys and Girls " is a brief sketch that first appeared in The
Because issues of The Rover do not include a publication date, there is some disagreement about when "My
See Whitman's " My Boys and Girls ."
For further discussion of the plot of "My Boys and Girls," see Patrick McGuire, " My Boys and Girls (
"My Boys and Girls" Walter Whitman My Boys and Girls The Rover March or April 1844 3 75 per.00333 Written
Because issues of The Rover do not include a publication date, there is some disagreement about when "My
suggests March or April 1844—between March 27 and April 20, 1844—as the likely date of publication of "My
Boys and Girls" in The Rover.; See Whitman's "My Boys and Girls
"; For further discussion of the plot of "My Boys and Girls," see Patrick McGuire, "My Boys and Girls
Bayard Taylor says of the masses of China people, "Their touch is pollution—it is my deliberate opinion