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OV 2Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), Manuscript draftloc.05454xxx.00459Good-Bye My Fancyabout 1891poetryhandwrittentypedprinted78
78 pages of text numbered by Whitman, and is housed along with other materials related to Good-Bye My
, Lingering Last Drops, Good-bye My Fancy, On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!
s Purport (which includes three poems originally composed separately, My task, Death dogs my steps, and
Good-Bye My Fancy
OV 2Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), Manuscript draftloc.05452xxx.00459Good-Bye My Fancyabout 1891poetryprosehandwrittenprintedabout
10 leaves; Manuscript and corrected print material that was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).
Good-Bye My Fancy
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leaves; Manuscript and corrected print material that was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).
Good-Bye My Fancy
Good-Bye My Fancy. GOOD-BYE MY FANCY.
GOOD-BYE * my fancy—(I had a word to say, But 'tis not quite the time—The best of any man's word or say
Donald BarlowStauffer"Good-Bye my Fancy" (Second Annex) (1891)"Good-Bye my Fancy" (Second Annex) (1891
)This group of poems originally appeared in the book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), Whitman's last miscellany
the New York theater, etc.A group of thirty-one poems from the book was later printed as "Good-Bye my
death he had frequently expressed in his younger years.There are two poems with the title "Good-Bye my
"Good-Bye my Fancy" (Second Annex) (1891)
Good-Bye my Fancy [cluster in Complete Prose Works]
Good-Bye my Fancy [Good-bye my Fancy Farewell]
Good-Bye my Fancy [Good-bye my fancy I]
Good-Bye my Fancy [second annex to Leaves of Grass (1891-92)]
Good-Bye My Fancy [separate volume]
"Good-Bye, my Fancy!"
'Good-bye, my Fancy!'
These brave beliefs ring almost gayly through 'An Ended Day,' 'The Pallid Wreath,' 'My 71st Year,' 'Shakespeare-Bacon's
like the arch of the full moon, nebulous, Ossianlike, but striking in its filmy vagueness. ∗ Good-Bye, my
New York "Good-Bye, my Fancy!"
Good-Bye My Fancy! GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! GOOD-BYE my Fancy! Farewell dear mate, dear love!
going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So Good-bye my
Now for my last—let me look back a moment; The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me, Exit, nightfall
—now separation—Good-bye my Fancy.
my Fancy.
KarenWolfe"Good-Bye my Fancy!" (1891)"Good-Bye my Fancy!"
1891)The concluding poem of the Second Annex to the "authorized" 1891–1892 Leaves of Grass, "Good-Bye my
"Good-Bye my Fancy!"
"Good-Bye my Fancy!"
"Good-Bye my Fancy!" (1891)
. * "No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or as aiming
Leaves of Grass has been chiefly the outcropping of my own emotional and other personal nature—an attempt
day, there can be no such thing as a long poem, fascinated him: "The same thought had been haunting my
flashes of lightning, with the emotional depths it sounded and arous'd (of course, I don't mean in my
"I round and finish little, if anything; and could not, consistently with my scheme.
reckon,’ he adds, with quaint colloquial arrogance, ‘I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my
afternoons and sitting by him, and he liked to have me—liked to put out his arm and lay his hand on my
were hurt by being blamed by his officers for something he was entirely innocent of—said ‘I never in my
Will you let me do it as my Christmas contribution to your comfort.
My Uncle (W. D O'Connor) left us yesterday with my father, for Washington— very lame and feeble.
30, 1868, Whitman informed Ralph Waldo Emerson that "Proud Music of the Storm" was "put in type for my
leafhandwritten; This is an unsigned draft of Grand Is the Seen, a poem first published in Good-Bye My
Good-Bye My Fancy was then included as the second annex to the Deathbed edition of Leaves of Grass (1891
More evolutionary, vast, puzzling, O my soul! More multiform far—more lasting thou than they.
I am determin'd to press my way toward you; Sound your voice!
I am de- termin determin'd to press my way toward you; Sound your voice!
Upon a few of these hospitals I have been almost daily calling as a missionary, on my own account, for
On recurring to my note-book, I am puzzled which cases to select to illustrate the average of these young
.— I rate myself high—I receive no small sums; I must have my full price—whoever enjoys me.
I feel satisfied my visit will be worthy of me and of my Hosts and Favorites; I leave it to them how
appeared in two of the poems in that edition, eventually titled "A Song for Occupations" and "Who Learns My
appeared in two of the poems in that edition, eventually titled "A Song for Occupations" and "Who Learns My
in the eleventh poem of the first (1855) edition of Leaves of Grass, ultimately titled "Who Learns My
I will have my own whoever enjoys me, / I will be even with you, and you shall be even with me" (1855
the poems in the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, later titled A Song for Occupations and Who Learns My
They have taken up my principal time and labor for some months past.
I always carry some, cut up in small plugs, in my pocket.
I thought I would include in my letter a few cases of soldiers, especially interesting, out of my note-book
, but I find my story has already been spun out to sufficient length.
Nor do I find it ended by my doing some good to the sick and dying soldiers.
Having neither the funds nor disposition to pass my little term of ruralizing at the fashionable baths
That is, my lodging place is at Greenport; but, in truth, I "circulate" in all directions around.
found on the coasts of Long Island between spring and late fall. however, are the most delicious, to my
Can there be any thing of the old gossip in my composition?
Bathing in this pure, clear, salt water, twice every day, is one of my best pleasures.
Indeed, had there been a little hurrahing, we might (my companion and I,) have fancied ourselves some
Lighting his pipe very deliberately, he proceeded to catechise me as to my name, birth-place, and lineage—where
I was from last, where I was staying, what my occupation was, and so on.
He volunteered the information that he was a Universalist in his religious belief, and asked my opinion
now pretty far advanced, Aunt Rebby wended on her way towards the east; and the old man, with I and my
drink, / But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes I will certainly kiss you with my
dare I beg that you will do me the great pleasure to transcribe your poem, The Pallid Wreath , for my
Pallid Wreath" was published in the Critic on January 10, 1891; the poem was also reprinted in Good-Bye My
To the Editor of the Times— My attention has just been called to an article in your Saturday's issue,
My object in addressing you this note, is not to enter into an argument with him upon the propriety of
the costumes worn on the occasion alluded to; as that would be entirely out of my line, but merely to
Although it is not my province to notice his personal allusion, I cannot but think that sympathy might
give up the ship although "the prize is won" Thanking you for the book and with hearty love from both my
sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my
Bush is echoing the second line of "O Captain! My Captain!"
Can you kindly aid me in increasing my collection of autographs by sending yours on the enclosed cards
But a few moments ago in an unknown country paper a paragraph with a "fling" at your poetry attracted my
undefined purpose of assuring you of the love and reverence in which you are held by thousands, I took up my
the undulation of your one wave, its trick to me transfer W C ould you but breathe one breath upon my
Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer, Or breathe one breath of yours upon my
several poems in the "Sands at Seventy" cluster attest, notably "As I Sit Writing Here," "Queries to My
They will ask me of news about my brother: Let me not say, I left him weeping like a girl!"
"Tell them," rejoined the chief, "that I met my punishment as a hunter grasps the hand of one he loves
When I came hither, not many days since, I was near to death, even then—and my fate would have happened
monk when he could safely walk the distance of the village: "Though judging by the cool kindness of my
"Patience, my son!" said the holy father; "tomorrow I will myself accompany you thither.
Now I, who so love to see my neighbors happy," the hunchback grinned, "could not bear that the pretty
I approached, and told him my errand.
He took my letter—and then asked me into his hut; for it was near at hand.
He put before me some drink and meat, and then, though he spoke not, I saw he wished my departure.
"And now you have all of my story—and I must go, for it is time Peter Brown received his answer."
Thorne, "it will be the best for Quincy to come with my party.
"Know you aught of this terrible business, my son?"
Boddo went on, "though to tell the fact, he did not know it himself for quite a long while—I, with my
"They met—this man and my sister.
My sister fell!
"One day my sister was missing.
He accepted my challenge.
I was blinded by my hate for my sister's betrayer.
And I would not have my wife come hither, at least at present—for I think of no good she can do.
Tell me, Father Luke, how long do you think will be the duration of my illness?"
But judging from the best of my knowledge, I may be able to recover you in three days, so that you can
At this very moment you are falling into a fever which will require all my watchfulness.
Now, my son, compose yourself to sleep."
"My companions and myself have been sent hither," answered the other, "to learn from you what you can
For two or three mornings past, on going as I usually do at daylight to take care of my cattle, and feed
them, I have missed something from the storehouse where I keep my grain and farming utensils.
"And lest I should oversleep myself," said the boy, "come to my window, which opens on the river, and
My people knew not of my coming—none but my brother's wife, to whom I confided my purpose, lest they
The love of life was strong in my soul.
I felt my arm, and said to myself, perhaps in the village of the pale-faces, there may be something that
In the night, when all were sleeping, I came out from our lodge, and bent my steps toward your town.
"Shame were it to me and my wife," said Thorne, "did we let one who has saved a life very dear to us,
My father has been yachting in the Sunbeam. He thanks you for your letter: he is not up to writing.
Jan 26/92 For Mr Walt Whitman My father thanks you cordially for yr new edition of 'Leaves of Grass'—
With my greetings for the New Year.
.— wood-duck on my distan le around. purposes, nd white playing within me the tufted crown intentional
/ It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. / My tread scares the wood-drake and
wood-duck on my distant and daylong ramble, / They rise together, they slowly circle around. / . . .
It forms the staple for a number of my lectures on the literature of Democracy.
The mere reading from some of your pages serving to open the eyes of my hearers.
I am perfectly certain that this will be my spring message as long as you stay here with us.— As for
Please give my regards to Traubel and other friends.
April 19/88 Walt Whitman: Dear Sir: It is probable that my friend Kennedy has told you something of me
, saying that he finds a "solid line of enemies" (I think those were his words) This is not true of my
In my teaching and lecturing I find no difficulty in getting Converts to the new doctrine and find your
and lecturing to bring your work before the people and it would give me pleasure to know you consider my
In talking with Thomas Sergeant Perry last night we fell to discussing your work, and to my delight I
Howells and he were two of my most honored friends. Hamlin Garland to Walt Whitman, 20 April 1890