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The clearest relation is to the line: "A minute and a drop of me settle my brain" (1855, p. 33), but

My Spirit sped back to

however, physical and thematic similarities with And I have discovered them by night and by, above, and My

harness," "traces," "the bit"—may relate to the extended metaphor developed in following lines: "Deluding my

bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my

draining strength or my anger, / Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them awhile, / Then all

those used in Unnamed Lands, a poem published first in the 1860 edition of Leaves of Grass.; duk.00003 My

has been attached by a collector or archivist to a backing sheet, together with 'The Scout', Drops of my

by a collector or archivist to a backing sheet, together with And there, 'The Scout', and Drops of my

to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my

own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own."

duk.00698xxx.01022Hannah BrushIsaac Joseph Stephen Jesse (my grandfather)...Between 1850 and 1880prosehandwritten1

duk.00703xxx.01114Isaac Joseph Stephen JesseIsaac Joseph Stephen Jesse (my grandfather)...Between 1850

series of lectures & readings &c. through different cities of the north, to supply myself with funds for my

I am but in the beginning of life, and my heart has not lost its sympathy with the cheerful and bright

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

So with wool-hat crushed in my hand behind me, for the sundown breezes felt good, there on old "Clover

I took my time, and expanded to the glory spread over heaven and earth.

It seemed as if all that the eye could bear, were unequal to the fierce voracity of my soul for intense

His feelings were not returned. with all her blandishments, never touched my heart in the least.

I write as I feel; and I feel that there are not a few who will pronounce a Yes to my own confessions

Bergen, of my bill for advertising, ($50) which was presented two weeks ago, and referred to Com. on

I have foreknown Clearly all things that should be; nothing done Comes sudden to my soul; and I must

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

is as untenable as our own famous saying—"A little more grape, Captain Bragg!"

nature shrinking from thy rough embrace, Than summer, with her rustling robe of green, Cool blowing in my

delight; Even the saint that stands Tending the gate of heaven, involved in beams Of rarest glory, to my

No mesh of flowers is bound about my brow; From life's fair summer I am hastening now.

And as I sink my knee, Dimpling the beauty of thy bed of snow, Dowerless, I can but say, O, cast me not

.— O my dear sir, I only wish you could know the sentiment of respect and personal good will, toward

I forthwith sat down, and have written my thoughts and advice.

of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as My

first several lines of that poem (not including the line in question) were revised and published as My

I began to feel very much numbed with the cold, and my eyes suffered a good deal from the glare of the

I was now only able to take three steps at a time without stopping, as my legs began to give way, and

I attribute my being able to reach the top to my wind; I never felt want of breath at any time, while

M., with my hands cut to bits, my nails worn to the quick with holding on, I reached the hut and there

One of my eyes is completely 'bunged up,' the other just enables me to see to write this.

In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass , Whitman included the lines: "Who learns my lesson complete?

My Lesson Have you learned my lesson complete: It is well—it is but the gate to a larger lesson—and And

mother generations guided me, / My embryo has never been torpid . . . . nothing could overlay it; /

All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me, / Now I stand on this spot with my

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

as two—as my soul and I; and I gu reckon it is the same with all oth men and women.— I know that my

trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists and go among the rough drivers and boatmen

I tell you just as beautiful to die; For I take my death with the dying And my birth with the new-born

lips, to the palms of my hands, and whatever my hands hold.

hands, and my head my head mocked with a prickly I am here after I remember crucifixion and bloody coronation

In the 1888 November Boughs, however, Whitman reprinted the 1867 version as Small the Theme of my Chant

manuscript draft may have been written before the Civil War, since it does not include the 1867 line "My

Glance O'er Travel'd Roads first appeared in Lippincott's Magazine (January 1887), under the title My

Reprinted in Democratic Vistas, and Other Papers (1888), My Book and I was also combined with How I Made

a Book, Philadelphia Press (11 July 1889) and A Backward Glance on My Own Road, Critic (5 January 1884

pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-washed babe . . . . and am not contained between my

duk.00277xxx.00084MS q 29Drops of my Bloodabout 1860poetry1 leafhandwritten; A manuscript that contains

a backing sheet, together with And there, 'The Scout', and In a poem make the.; duk.00890 Drops of my

The poem is one of the thiry-one poems included in Second Annex--Good-Bye My Fancy, 1891–1892.

27O Earth, My Likeness (1860).

A.MS. draft.loc.00225xxx.00099[O Earth, my likeness]1860poetryhandwritten1 leaf20.5 x 16 cm; A draft

of the poem first published as Calamus, No. 36 in 1860 (Earth, My Likeness in the final version of Leaves

[O Earth, my likeness]

my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist, Deluding my confusion

My Soul!

We closed with him . . . . the yards entangled . . . . the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with

I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried

Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer

He swears to his art, I will not be meddlesome, I will not have in my writing any elegance or effect

What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition.

You shall stand by my side and look in the mirror with me.

Is it uniform with my country? Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions?

what answers for me an American must answer for any individual or nation that serves for a part of my

my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist, Deluding my confusion

My Soul!

We closed with him . . . . the yards entangled . . . . the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with

I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried

Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer

COME closer to me, Push close my lovers and take the best I possess, Yield closer and closer and give

I will have my own whoever enjoys me, I will be even with you, and you shall be even with me.

become so for your sake; If you remember your foolish and outlawed deeds, do you think I cannot remember my

am this day just as much in love with them as you, But I am eternally in love with you and with all my

friendly companions, I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women

How perfect is my soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!

O my soul! if I realize you I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!

I cannot define my satisfaction . . yet it is so, I cannot define my life . . yet it is so.

Leaves of Grass, "I Wander All Night in My Vision," Leaves of Grass.

My hands are spread forth . . 

I descend my western course . . . . my sinews are flaccid, Perfume and youth course through me, and I

darn my grandson's stockings.

though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death.

curious breathing laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them . . to touch any one . . . . to rest my

As I see my soul reflected in nature . . . . as I see through a mist one with inexpress- ible inexpressible

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smeared 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

Come nigh to me limber-hip'd man and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my side till I lean as high

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

And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in my left hand and his left hand

in my right hand, And I answered for his brother and for men . . . . and I answered for the poet, and

to the President at his levee, And he says Good day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugarfield;

Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic, And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain . . . . and

Leaves of Grass, "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?" WHO learns my lesson complete?

as every one is immortal, I know it is wonderful . . . . but my eyesight is equally wonderful . . . .

and how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And how I was not palpable once but

thirty-six years old in 1855 . . . . and that I am here anyhow—are all equally wonderful; And that my

I rubbed my eyes a little to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is

I wish to see my benefactor, & have felt much like striking my tasks, & visiting New York to pay you

my respects.

Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbowed earth!

darkness , Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking…preparations to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain

What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition.

You shall stand by my side to look in the mirror with me."

I lie in the night air in my red shirt… the pervading hush is for my sake.

We close with him: the yards entangled… the masts touched: My captain lashed fast with his own hands.

I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain— `We have not struck,' he composedly cried

I do not press my finger across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and

Amelioration is my lesson, he says with calm voice, and progress is my lesson and the lesson of all things

I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my

own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.

What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for

I sound triumphal drums for the dead—I fling thro' my embouchures the loudest and gayest music for them

head at nightfall, and he is fain to say, "I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; I sound my

thousands, each one with his entry to himself; They are always watching with their little eyes, from my

head to my feet.

lift put the girder of the earth a globe the house away if it lay between me and whatever I wanted.— My

These words are for the five or six grand poets, too; and the masters of artists: — I waste no ink, nor my

receive you, and attach and clasp hands with you, / The facts are useful and real . . . . they are not my

Bibles i are divine revelations of God But I know say that any each leaf of grass and every hair of my

compiled composed is not august enough to dent endow answer tally a leaf of grass the partition of in my

. / I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women" (1855, p. 64).;

am that foolish half grown angry boy, fallen asleep, The tears of foolish passion yet undried upon my