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My dear Mr.
As far as my own opinion goes, I would say that there is a certainty of success, a sufficient success
I need not say that if you would come to our house in Dublin my wife & I would be made abundantly happy
Each I assure you has been valued, (though my thanks are tardy); & your letter has been read or heard
My address is as before 50, Wellington Road, Dublin.
large collection to which I earnestly desire to add your name, especially as I am trying to complete my
afternoon and Stay all night With you and home on the Sunday morning train. i love you Walt and Know that my
Cattell My Love to you Walt, i think of you in my prayers old man Every night and Morning Edward P.
Sunday 21th old man i got your kind and welcom welcome letter last week and was glad to hear from you my
would like to see you and have a talk i love you Walt and all ways always will so may god Bless you is my
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
Brooklyn, New York April 3, 1865 Captain George W.
(from which latter place he was paroled one month since,)—and that in my opinion it is now unsafe for
Captain Geo W Whitman 51 N.Y. Vols SC 20 days Edward Ruggles to U.S.
reminiscences of the actors & actresses fifty years ago —Tho' I am not personally known to you—& as far as my
not yet an Octogenarian or even a Septuagenarian—I being but 66 at the close off this month—I date my
perfection & not the genius of acting—I never witnessed Forrest acting but the houses were jammed, my
look & utters with electrical effect "Maral I hate thee"—I can never forget it—it was imprinted in my
recollect Signor de Begnis (—with perhaps the exception of Lablach —whom I have heard frequently on my
Macbeth, Act V, where Macbeth says, "I have liv'd long enough: my way of life / Is fall'n into the sere
New York, Dec 21 189 1 My dear Sir.
And my doctor was Doct Swift of that place.
I am still a little weak , but my strength is daily improving.
—I believe you can recover if you will follow my suggestions.
After that to my office 132 Nassau Street New York City.
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
I had a very good time Christmas, went home & helped to eat the turkey, all my sisters & brothers were
So I made up my mind to leave in the fall & go at the Veterinary business which I consider was a wise
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
we had a chat he ed rush us h as to see me as I was to see him, so you can imagine how interesting my
I am getting along with my study's very well, intend going to Toronto in about three weeks to attend
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
with countless cartridges of money coming up, and of endless change going down—to none of these were my
or forbidden; and, of all men in Philadelphia, he it was whom I most desired to see and to thank for my
In a strong round hand he inscribed my name in the volume we had discussed, gave me some precious pictures
Dear Sir— I have tried in vain to obtain a good portrait of my father for you and am reduced to this
not read) containing poor copies of the good portraits that are in some secure, forgotten place among my
traps—stored in garret or cellar of my new house where all things are at sixes and sevens.
Dear Sir— I shall go to Boston Tuesday and will endeavor to get a portrait of my father—I have none here
Walt Whitman: My dear Sir, I take the liberty of sending you in the same mail with this, a little pamphlet
Should it prove so, my object will then be attained.
In my youthful ardor, I am rejoiced at the interdiction . It will make the revolution the greater.
Some of the poems—"O Captain! My Captain!"
"O Captain! My Captain!"
reveals a darker Whitman, suspicious, uncertain, and lonely: "Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my
pieces, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" (1865-1866) and one of his best-known poems, "O Captain
My Captain!" (1865-1866).
Whitman intensely admired Lincoln from the late 1850s onward, remarking at one point, "After my dear,
"Hush'd Be the Camps To-day" and the other Lincoln poems ("Lilacs," "O Captain!
GregoryEiselein'O Captain! My Captain!' [1865]'O Captain! My Captain!'
[1865]Though stylistically atypical of his verse, "O Captain! My Captain!"
The rhyme, meter, stanza, and refrain in "O Captain" are conventional.
Although the ship has weathered the storm and re-entered the harbor safe and victorious, the captain
'O Captain! My Captain!' [1865]
Now I am out here, and circumstances contrary to my wishes, will keep me here indefinitely.
This is one of my homesick days, and I have been thinking over what there is in the north that I would
When I read I say "Yes, I am she, O you wise poet," and sometimes I think I must put out my hand for
and I am sure that we have gone together down that brown road a great many times; and perhaps it was my
I am very glad my eyes found the message you hid away for me—hid so deeply, though, that I barely found
["When you are standing in my way . . ." ], "Ona prishla s moroza raskrasnevshayasya . . ."
Sometime after this when the lecture was printed my friend saw a copy and read it himself with much pleasure
In my humble opinion they would serve excellently as a heading to Mr Ingersoll's lecture:— "THE DEAD
In case you should wish to honor my friend by a slight acknowledgment of his tribute I enclose addressed
She came down on tuesday she is well though tired when she arrived she sends her love to you give my
Dear friend Walt Not knowing what they were agoing to do with me until thursday last is my excuse for
Thursday I expected my dischar[g]e so that I could start Friday but on going to the office I found that
knew that they had gone up and when the truth was known he knew nothing about it thursday afternoon my
papers wer sent in to the ward for me to go before Bliss he examined me and told me I could have my
Sutler's and back (Walt it is useless for me to try to tell you how much i have missed you at night when my
and for two or three days many said I could not live but I had a good Doctor and have almost regained my
I do not know that I told you that both of my parents were dead but it is true and now Walt you will
be a second Father to me wont you, for my love for you is hardly less than my love for my natural parent
I think my papers will be in tomorrow certain.
I shall start as soon as my papers come.
My love to you and now Dear Father good by for the present.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike . . . along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Hoeing my
gold-digging . . . girdling the trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand . . . hauling my
I used to read your "Leaves of Grass" to my children.
Once with my back to the door entering the parlor, in a large chair, my children before me on the sofa
And, now, will you be kind enough to send me one more set, for a lady, to whom I have just shewn my set
the city i have taken the liberty of addressing you a few lines i am the wife of Henry Reynolds and my
son is called after you, my husband went out West about a year and a half ago since which time we have
I have listen'd listened to his preaching so often when a child, and sat with my mother at social gatherings
My Dear Friend: I feel so drawn to send you a Christmas greeting.
Did you receive an invitation to the wedding of my daughter, Blanche, on the 14th of June last?
So often I think of the days of my youth, amid the calm content of Quaker society, so beautiful.
Tears came into my children's eyes. After meeting I asked them why?
I am my friend with kindest regards, Yours truly, Elisa S. Leggett.
without visiting Detroit, I would like to have you make your visit a little late, I will tell you why—My
husband and a son in law are making a trip around the Lakes to Chicago and back—and my son in law Lewis
both Artists, Father and son—the latter just sixteen years of age—but of great promise—I know that my
If you do not feel well enough to answer my questions— wont won't some friend do it for me—and please
Detroit June 18 th 1880 169 East Elizabeth St Street My Dear Friend— I am greatly obliged for your Book
been exceedingly interested—also I rec'd received the Paper— The hospitals during the War, were in my
could but feel the distress of the homesickness of the poor fellows—when the news came to me, that my
I can stand that—for it would be my own suffering, but I cant endure to think of Percy as wounded in
sorrow not his— I hope that you recd my story of "Leaves of Grass"—I and my family had hoped to have
I must have known you all my life you are wonderful, how did you learn the sacred truth of Leaves of
. & it came into my mind that I must speak to you.
Whitman I am writing to ask you to send me the two volumes of your writings which you sent my sister
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
the station there) as I am in very delicate health, but will call for it, if you will allow me, on my
the fact that the prophet is so rarely duly appraised in his own country, and that in local circles my
Yet, oh yes, he is very very good and has my interests, literary and otherwise, quite at heart, so it
I trust my ability may equal the time & material before me to compile judiciously and in worthiness the
subject, as it is my desire to do sl .
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
Do you not see, O my brothers and sisters?
During my attendance upon Mr.
'I have had my hour'; I have had my hour ; only let me rest in peace until its close."
In these days and nights it is different; my mutton-broth, my little brandy, to be 'turned' promptly
My only difficulty with Mrs. Davis and Warren was in getting them to let me do my full share.
He is my key—sometimes daily—intellectual consultant for the project.
The project has become central to my scholarly life (in that it has become the most time consuming and
important of my projects).
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
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 mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, O how shall I warble myself for the dead one
My dear Poet, Walt Whitman.
Possibly my answer to Mr.
In case of the latter, I should have been glad had he thought my name worthy of mention as a friend.
Comes to my mind as I think of the hour When our poet and friends will be lovingly drinking The mystical
But, though absent in body, there's nothing can hinder My tasting the joys of that festive birthday;
A thousand thanks, my dear poet, for the added kindness—Next to greeting you personally is possessing
With loyal affection and best wishes to my dear poet. God bless him!
Through this year just gone I have come to count you my dear friend.
Since I found my beloved Socrates no one has spoken such sane and manly words to me as you.
Always in this month I used to write to him, just that I might be ahead in my congratulations upon his
My son sent me your picture last week from New York, the one sitting on the rocks, by Sarony.
My husband has just bought me the "Prayer of Columbus," by Walt Whitman.
On the 14th day of this month I shall pass the day with my family and a few friends, to read and talk
I always remember just a small event that has occurred in my life.
Tuesday Mar 25 1862 Walt Whitman My dear Mr.
My social position enjoins precaution & mystery, and perhaps the enjoyment of my friend's society is
heightened which in yielding to its fascination I preserve my incognito; yet mystery lends an ineffable
—You have already my whereabouts & my hours—It shall only depend upon you to make them yours and me the