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My dear Walt Whitman, I have just been reading your lines in the "Herald" for this morning, which hold

My adventures since leaving you have not been very startling, but they have been full of everyday life

Yesterday my good friend Cyrus Butler, a kind & wealthy old gentleman, took me quite a round of studios

Bucke's place on Wednesday, where I will look to send you a further note on my doings.

I have good news of my brother at last, & so am free to sail for England in a fortnight.

Last week my brother, Percy, who is an actor, came up to town with the news that he was going off to

He sails to-morrow afternoon by the "Norham Castle" from Blackwall, & to-day my Father & Mother, anxious

It is absurd that I have never yet found my way to France.

Yesterday I went down to Blackwall to see my brother stowed safely on board the "Norham Castle."

The other day he & his father drove round here, & in my absence carried off Edith, who had never seen

He , I daresay, is not altogether wrong about my other self, who is possessed at times with the itch

I believe I last wrote to you from Carmarthen, where I stayed with my dear grand-parents, making excursions

thoughts, (as I dropped with ready strides down those Welsh mountains at nightfall, or arm-in-arm with my

Here my Uncle Percival, who is a Naturalist & Poultry-fancier, among other things, has a house almost

It gives me quite a new conception of my own importance in the world.

(Give him my hearty greetings!)

Just as he was about to recite 'My Captain,' a little girl, the granddaughter of Edmund Clarence Stedman

T O Walt Whitman 24 May 18 90 Greeting, my dear Poet, for your 71 st birthday—now so close at hand,—greeting

I trust the new year's voyage will at least be less painful,—free from such vexations as that of my Lady

Later when I got back here to my rooms, & read your reference to the slips again, I realised that if

you, but I have a bad habit of putting off things—as you know, & week after week slips by & accuses my

This remissness is very much of a part with the rest of my story of late.

Opposite my window the birds kick up a great row in the branches, as they discuss the delicate question

but I must not wait any longer now, though there is a fog outside & a fog or something of the sort in my

Llwyngwril, a primitive little village, quite away from town- ways & fashions, I stayed for four weeks with my

Having it in my drawer or on the table as I write, it makes me feel as if you yourself had been in the

For my own sake, as well as yours, I wish it were!

thought over it very seriously, besides asking Dr Bucke's opinion about issuing a 2nd Edn at all of my

It is all out of my hands now, and I do hope everything will turn out well.

The P.M.G usually treats me rather cavalierly over my own things: the young fellows who do the literary

Did you ever read his Story of My Heart?

I, too, often doubt any absolute empire, even the most cosmic, over the human will: that is my feeling

Vistas completed in turn, my cup will be overflowing indeed.

talk with such an one often, & I am sorry that the C's are going away to the country for Easter for my

Kennedy has not crossed my sight very recently; I hope to spend an evening with him before I leave.

young fellows over there, who have written lately, have also sent greetings & love, to which adding my

Camden 3rd Jany. 188 8 Your card of 24 th Dec. came two days ago, not a little to my relief.

He lives in the next street to Cowley St. from which by the way I may have to move shortly as my sister

this at the Reading Room of British Museum, & must end it rather hurriedly having to run off to meet my

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

perhaps in a day or two I may be able to render them in a better shape, when I write again to tell you of my

Caught in my rhymester's cup from earth's delight Where English fields are green the whole year long,

I expect to go to Boston on Friday or Saturday—after which my address will be to the care of Kennedy

to persuade myself that from this New Year forward everything is to be first-rate with me & with all my

Your card of the 24th came two days ago, not a little to my relief.

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

I believe I even blushed a little to find my lines so bravely in evidence.

For my own part, I feel now that concentration is the one thing that I lack.

series of poets was last year begun by Walter Scott the publisher under the occasional editorship of my

and in their list a month or two after my arrival in London as a student of life & letters this year,

I saw rather to my astonishment your name amid the rest, & feeling that in some ways I had a special

As for my own share, all I really care about is to procure a serviceable popular edition, giving all

I feel very much inclined to say a great deal more about my hopes and ideals, but to-night perhaps it

What with Stedman —who celebrated my last night in America yesterday by toasting me with mint-juleps

If you have, I wish you would give me a line of introduction to him for my brother Bertie (Albert) who

Next week (as you will see by my enclosed circular) I am to speak in Chickering Hall on Literary London—rather

My dear Walt Whitman, The good ship 'Crystal' landed me safe at Leith a fortnight & more ago, after a

From the Castle, which overlooks the whole place, I had an inspiring vision of the past on my first afternoon

than usually unwell, but Walter Scott's people tell me that they have had better news, which relieves my

I had my choice when I commenc'd.

My Book and I—what a period we have presumed to span!

my own distinctive era and surroundings, America, Democracy?)

I felt it all as positively then in my young days as I do now in my old ones; to formulate a poem whose

But my volume is a candidate for the future.

Dear Sir It is my birthday and I am so grateful to you for the comradeship of Leaves of Grass that I

My mother and sisters have just reached New York The girls are quite young and going to give Recitations

to me, As, under doughty Sherman, I march toward the sea.) 3 Me, master, years a hundred, since from my

Me master years a hundred since from my parents sunder'd, A little child, they caught me as the savage

Me master years a hundred since from my parents sunder'd, A little child, they caught me as the savage

Your poems have come to me anew —here in Rome—and have revived and deepened my consciousness of great

I have my studies here—for I am a painter.

Dec. 29, 1890 My Dear Friend, Thinking of you and wondering how your Christmas was spent has tempted

Please accept my thanks for the $2 which you sent the children.

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

—THE SUN. 1 O THOU that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers!

. * *The two songs on this page are eked out during an afternoon, June, 1888, in my seventieth year,

It is that part of my endeavor which has caused the harshest criticism and prevented candid examination

Still I have gone on adding, building up, persevering, so far as I am able to do, in my original intention

"I am not embittered by my lack of success.

My last volume is in response to the interest of my friends abroad."

I took my agn?

My 146 Captain!"

my lands!

My Captain!"

My Captain!

/ O I will put my motto over it, as it is over the top of this song!" (Whitman, Blue Book 1:188).

He publicly acknowledged Longfellow and recorded their second encounter in "My Tribute to Four Poets.

I made a call upon Captain Green, one of the vice-presidents of the Penn.

calmly: As at thy portals also, death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my

I twice questioned my informer before I could believe it."

"He flung it down at my door, as though the fellow meant some injury: an Italian would have handled it

I remember Thoreau saying once, when walking with him in my favourite favorite Brooklyn—"What is there

My friends laugh, and say I am getting Conservative—but I am tired of mock radicalism.'

"Well, honour honor is the subject of my story," —was the commencement of a favourite speech with him

I would offer, as an illustration of my meaning, that, in times of peace, a slightly greater ratio of

A bit of pathos:—"Many a tear of remembrance will have been shed in this city to Captain Hudson, who

Whitman:— I send you a little token of my esteem as a birthday present.

as most convenient If possible, kindly let me know your decision in respect to my proposal to select

to direct you to take the same course in regard to the Fenian arms at Rouse's Point, as indicated in my

do not procreate like men; all of them and all existing creeds grows not so much of God as I grow in my

moustache, And I am myself waiting my time to be a God; I think I h shall do as much good and be as

pure and prodigious, and do as much good as any; — And when my do, I am, do you suppose it will please

wriggles through the world mankind and hides under helmets and it is not beloved never loved or believed.— My

See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creas'd and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum; And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

pickets, Come here, she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, lim-ber-hipp'dlimber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there. 3 Features of my

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

near the garden pickets, Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there. 3 Features of my

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

near the garden pickets, Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

dog's snout" (section 2), a "milk-nosed maggot" (section 2), and other loathsome visages—that they are "my

over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my

over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my

over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my

over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my

"She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a

position for the present, I will ask leave to begin these Notes with such hints of the character of my

father and mother and of my own childhood as may at least help "The Fair Pilot of Loch Uribol" one of

my favorite stories WW WALT WHITMAN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY. 32 Transcribed from our digital image of the

do not doubt there is more in myself than I have supposed—and more in all men and women —and more in my

May my right-hand wither if I don't tell the world before another week, what one woman thinks of you.