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And thee my soul, Joys, ceaseless exercises, exaltations, Thy yearning amply fed at last, prepared to
Grass, ultimately titled Song of Myself: "And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my
The Elder Brother of the soul—my soul.
Grass, ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my
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
Whitman said to one of his early German translators: "It has not been for my country alone—ambitious
The final aim of the United States of America is the solidarity of the world One purpose of my chants
- ward southward , Alone, held by this eternal self of me, out of the pride of which I have utter'd my
Fascinated, my eyes, reverting from the south, drop't, to follow those slender winrows, Chaff, straw,
I take what is underfoot; What is yours is mine, my father.
I throw myself upon your breast, my father, I cling to you so that you cannot unloose me, I hold you
from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last! See—the prismatic colors, glistening and rolling!)
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
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.
and for two or three days many said I could not live but I had a good Doctor and have almost regained my
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
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
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
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
I have listen'd listened to his preaching so often when a child, and sat with my mother at social gatherings
I must have known you all my life you are wonderful, how did you learn the sacred truth of Leaves of
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
Whitman I am writing to ask you to send me the two volumes of your writings which you sent my sister
. & it came into my mind that I must speak to you.
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
A thousand thanks, my dear poet, for the added kindness—Next to greeting you personally is possessing
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;
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
evening's readings, skeletonized in the enclosed slip, were given by an ardent lover of both of us—my
"The Ghost" is my favorite, & I have read it dozens of times,—& some parts of it even yet I never can
The preface was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.
But I have been very much occupied in thought, as well as much of my time in going daily, & some days
Give him my love if you see him. Jeannie is well, & sends love.
Give my love to your mother, & with much love to you - hoping soon to see you. Yours— Nelly.
& did you remember to give her my love? how did little Hattie look? had she grown much?
Don't forget the three things you were to bring for my especial benefit.
Ellen O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My
But in any case after you get this letter, my address will be care of my nephew in Boston which I will
I shall make a few short stops with nieces & others till I return home, & as my nephew is a fixture,
But I try to keep up a good heart, & not to worry my friends with my troubles.
I have one hope that I am clinging to, and that is that my sister Mrs. Channing may come on.
I send my address on the enclosed slip. With love always— Nelly O'Connor.
Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.
I am getting used to my new abode, & ought to get very well, for my cares are not heavy, & the people
My sister Jeannie's little Mary is very sick with typhoid fever too, but they hope not dangerously so
My dear Walt,— Your letter to Wm. of July 24. he forwarded to me in a letter that I got last evening.
Did you like my picture?
You told William you got my letter, so you must have got the picture enclosed.
It was in my first letter—I have sent you three, this is my fourth to you, have you got them all?
Just think, Walt, of my being a lion down here on your account, because it is known that I have the honor
incursions, no more new developments in the Ginnaty affair, no more detentions by fire or water occur, my
I shall get into New York about an hour later than usual, & put my baggage upon the Stonington Boat to
My heart is torn and my sympathies roused as never by anything before at the way our prisoners are treated
We are all very well, I am much better than I was last winter, my summer at the sea-shore & the sea-bathing
deal of energy in starting off as he does, & as to his courage it is simply sublime , & he puts all my
I send all but had to separate the bundle, as it was too thick for my envelope.
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
Houghton, Mifflin, 1892), for which Whitman wrote the Preface (which he later included in Good-Bye My
I often wish that I could write you a long letter, & tell you all about us, but as I wrote you, my head
& eyes gave out , & I can write but very little, even to my two sisters,— & we are all that are left
Night before last I hardly slept any, & as a consequence am not able to use my eyes next day.
life, my thoughts, my feelings, my views— my self in fact, in every way, you seem to have permeated
my whole being.
My friend Mrs.
It is good to have my love for you then rounded by knowing you, and finding my feeling and thought about
Jeannie sends much love to you, so does my sister Jeannie.
My first visit to William's grave since last July when I went away.
if I had some one to give me a lift in my work, it would be a boon, but I guess my lesson in life is
My love to your good, noble mother, whom I shall some day know.
and now this is my third epistle to you, so I shall claim a word from you when you are able to write.
My sister & Dr. Channing both ask for you with the greatest interest, & Jeannie , Mrs.
I enjoyed your letter very much, did I tell you so in my note?
I am better of my cough, which has been very bad, and I shall do well I have no doubt, but I get very
were—he asked if you were coming back &c. & when I told him that I had heard & should write you, he said "My
I wish that you were back here in your old room for my sake, for I miss you & shall.
Houghton, Mifflin, 1891), for which Whitman wrote the Preface (which he later included in Good-Bye My