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The table was set for four, and I, the youngest of the party and the sole representative of my sex, had

for my vis-à-vis the ample figure of the poet clad in light gray linen, his wide rolling shirt collar

I mentioned a name that had more than once come to my mind, as we talked,—Victor Hugo.

My companion assented. I added with enthusiasm, "It has been a perfectly happy day to me, Mr.

My last glimpse of him was in his house at Camden, when he was recovering from a long illness.

the title of a Book, the title or description of which is in the following words, to wit: GOOD-BYE MY

work, books especially, has pass'd; and waiting till fully after that, I have given (pages 423-438) my

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

"Well, my dear," said Mr. Calhoun, "I have noticed a change in the light since we came."

Bear forth to them, folded, my love —(Dear mariners!

for you I fold it here, in every leaf;) Speed on, my Book!

spread your white sails, my little bark, athwart the imperious waves!

Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my

spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the

Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my

spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the

This is a draft of the essay Whitman later published as American National Literature in Good-Bye My Fancy

though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death" (1855, p. 74).

though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death" (1855, p. 74).

man who claims or takes the power to own another man as his property, stabs me in that the heart of my

own The one scratches me a little on the cheek forehead , the other draws his murderous razor through my

t T hat black and huge lethargic mass, my sportsmen, dull and sleepy as it seems, has holds the lightning

eventually titled "Song of Myself": "Buying drafts of Osiris and Isis and Belus and Brahma and Adonai, / In 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

hitherto publish'd—from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed my

Soul; Clear to me, now, standards not yet publish'd—clear to me that my Soul, That the Soul of the man

substantial life, Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love, Afternoon, this delicious Ninth-month, in my

first forty-first year, I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men, To tell the secret of my

publish'd—from the pleasures, profits, eruditions, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed my

soul; Clear to me, now, standards not yet publish'd—clear to me that my Soul, That the Soul of the man

substantial life, Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love, Afternoon, this delicious Ninth-month, in my

forty-first year, I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men, To tell the secret of my nights

hitherto publish'd, from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed my

soul, Clear to me now standards not yet publish'd, clear to me that my soul, That the soul of the man

substantial life, Bequeathing hence types of athletic love, Afternoon this delicious Ninth-month in my

forty-first year, I proceed for all who are or have been young men, To tell the secret of my nights

hitherto publish'd, from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed my

soul, Clear to me now standards not yet publish'd, clear to me that my soul, That the soul of the man

substantial life, Bequeathing hence types of athletic love, Afternoon this delicious Ninth-month in my

forty-first year, I proceed for all who are or have been young men, To tell the secret of my nights

In a line added in 1860 Whitman speaks of the burden of speech as "the secret of my nights and days,"

It is my own spirit, my own feeling—to accept and try and listen, and don't be too quick to reject, and

my fig tree.

I ask myself more than a little if my best friends have not been women. My friend Mrs.

My attempt at "Leaves of Grass"—my attempt at my own expression—is after all this: to thoroughly equip

Eyre .— I want to call attention to "My Captain," a poem which has in it the element of the dramatic

These were my first years with Emerson, and the questions provoked by my confession of this fact would

He lifted my common experience into biblical sanctity, and impelled my whole life to expanding issues

He thoroughly respected my autonomy, never once crossing my transactions with printer or binder.

Can I have won my battle after all?...

If I go there with a magazine under my arm, or a paper in my pocket, he is quite likely to ask me to

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

Have I hasten to inform you it is just as good to die, and I know it; I know it For I take my death with

the dying, And my birth with the new-washed babe Whitman probably drafted this manuscript in the early

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

In a the garden, the world, I, a new Adam, again wander, Curious, here behold my resurrection after ages

is wondrous—I am myself most wondrous, The All is I have con I exist, I peer and penetrate still, By my

first several lines of Pictures (not including these lines) were eventually revised and published as My

first several lines of "Pictures" (not including these lines) were eventually revised and published as "My

first several lines of "Pictures" (not including these lines) were eventually revised and published as "My

The first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery

1891prose1 leafhandwritten; Draft fragment of American National Literature, first published in Good-Bye My

Finally he hitched a little closer and leaned forward to look in my face.

But he nodded, and grinned and hitched again, bringing his face close to my ear, then in a voice husky

he finally yelled right in my ear.

loc.04741xxx.00946In writing my history of Brooklynabout 1862prose1 leafhandwritten; Brief note regarding

In writing my history of Brooklyn

In Captain Church's history of Philip's war, there are innumerable incidents for the painter.

Towards the close of the war, when Philip's followers were nearly all slain, and his ruin near, the captain

Tho generous old captain, touched by the picture of the chief's distress, allowed him to seize his gun

encompass wider and wider realms of experience: "And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my

own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own" (section 5).These mythic progenitors

you seem to look for something at my hands, / Say, old top-knot, what do you want?"

My heart bleeds for him—he feels terribly his situation; and to save such a man as—,is worth more than

Ma y Mr Walt Whitman My dear Sir: In the July issue of the Bookmaker of which I send you two copies,

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

Grass (1891–92), lines from this manuscript appear in both One's-Self I Sing and Small the Theme of My

original "Inscription" to the 1867 edition, ultimately appearing under the title "Small the Theme of My

My Days I sing, and the Lands—with interstice I knew of hapless War.

of the lines only to reintroduce them in Sands at Seventy (1888), under the title Small the Theme of My

Both One's-self I Sing and Small the Theme of My Chant appeared in the 1892 edition of Leaves of Grass

of the lines only to reintroduce them in Sands at Seventy (1888), under the title Small the Theme of My

Both One's-self I Sing and Small the Theme of My Chant appeared in the 1891-92 edition of Leaves of Grass

his introduction to the first German edition of Leaves in 1889, he claimed that "I did not only have my

own country in mind when composing my work.

It was publised with the revised title in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891). Interpolation Sounds

It was reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy in 1891, with the additional note: "General Sheridan was buried

One consideration rising out of the now dead soldier's example as it passes my mind, is worth taking

If the war had continued any long time these States, in my opinion, would have shown and proved the most

My observations appear as footnotes.

That is not my goal; nor is it my goal to deal with, for example, the historical issues of Whitman’s,

Also, he is overly fond of O Captain! My Captain!

“O Captain! My Captain!” (Vol.

My Captain!”

When Whitman egged him to comment on “My Captain” (a poem Whitman himself several times ridiculed in

“O Captain! My Captain!”

Whitmanletsfly:“I’mhonestwhenIsay,damn‘MyCaptain’andallthe ‘My Captains’ in my book!

”thatturnedthepoetagainstit:“In some cases, as in Whitman’s ‘O Captain, My Captain,’ the high-water mark

My Captain!

He was a very handsome, healthy, affectionate, smart child, and would sit on my lap or hang on my neck

As his brief sketch "My Boys and Girls" indicates, he considered as his "children" sisters Mary and Hannah

in their midst....Who of my family has gone along with me?

the older brother had assumed: "he learn'd printing, and work'd awhile at it; but eventually (with my

soldiers: he found them "appealing to me most profoundly....Often they seem very near to me, even as my

first "cluster" of pieces in the definitive Osgood edition of Leaves of Grass (1881) he declared: "my

Walt Whitman later confided to Horace Traubel: "No one of my people—the people near to me—ever had any

found dear brother George, and found that he was alive and well, O you may imagine how trifling all my

One of the first things that met my eyes in camp, was a heap of feet, arms, legs, &c. under a tree in

"You don't know what it is, do you, my dear?" said he, adding, "We don't either."

the stories he had written approximately fifty years earlier, when, according to the poet, "I tried my

Wisdom" as Captain William A.

upon them without any of the bitterness and mortification which they might be supposed to arouse in my

The formal narration of them, to be sure, is far from agreeable to me—but in my own self-communion upon

Michael Winship has written in response to an email inquiry that: My working hypothesis is that there

might, in part, explain Whitman’s protest later in life to Horace Traubel that the pamphlet was “not my

said in an 1888 conversation about the first edition that "I set up some of it myself: some call it my

tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and daylong ramble" ( [1855], 20).

good will, Not asking the sky to come down to my goodwill, Scattering it freely forever.— Scattering

in a penciled revision into the single line "Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns,"

Good-Bye My Fancy: 2D Annex to Leaves of Grass. Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891. .

[Oh captain! My captain!] O Captain! My Captain! Allá á lo lejos... [Far off...]

, turning sweetly towards me, You half-opened my shirt, plunging your tongue inside my chest unto my

dog and my gun by my side.

We came alongside at once, the ships' yards entangled, the cannons touched, My captain took part in the

I let forth a laugh as I hear the voice of my captain answer loudly: No! We do not lower it!

"Revenge and Requital," the narrator concludes of the redeemed main character Philip that "Some of my

where the narrator reflects on his own death: "There is many a time when I could lay down, and pass my

In one scene where Whitman describes the death of a child, in the autobiographical "My Boys and Girls

fiercely, and rack my soul with great pain."

A Fact," a reader denoted solely as "R" explained in the letter: "My feelings were very much excited

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