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My Dear Friend Walter, Your very kind and long looked for letter of Aug 1st came to hand on the 6th &
Now I will put in a word for myself my leg still continues to mend verry slow but I hope sure, and I
have ben enjoying my self as well as I could with my sore leg I have bin a way on a visit for a week
& I have enjoyed my sel[f] verry much (for a wounded soldier is something hear I tell you) for the people
a copperhead & a Reblle I would shoot the copperhead first, and to tell you the truth I am proud of my
My Dear Freind Walter.
It is with mutch pleasure that I take my pen in hand to inform you that I am well and that my leg is
I have had a good many of my young friends to see me.
My Father and Mother are well and send their respects to you for Mother says whoeve[r] did me a faivor
I expect that you still visit the Hospital if so give my respects to the boys I have nothing more to
Now I suppose that you would like to know how I enjoy my self: Well I go out most every day but I do
Hospital at Georgetown, so we aint got so many shoulder strapes hear, but we have got enough yet for my
My leg is rather worse this morning & the Doctor sayes that I must stay in bed to day, so I suppose that
Well I think my letter is getting full long as I must begin to think about closing.
scaffold all up—I have not bin up to the Capitol for some time, but probily I will go up on Monday if my
My dear Friend Your kind letter came to hand yesterday.
I never think of you but it makes my heart glad to think that I have bin permited to know one so good
I have got my leg but I think that I will never be able to walk much on it as my stump is so short but
if I cant I can go on my crutches for they appear to be a part of myself for I have bin on them so long
I have not succeeded in getting a position in any of the Depts yet thoug my M.C. tried quite hard Gov
Your memory burns as bright as ever in my heart & allways will, thear is now doubt but some of my corrospondants
I will be thear on the last day of August, if I do not get my furlow extended, whitch I have the hopes
of, for I would most as leave come back to see my old friends as stay at home.
The Doctor that tens me hear wants me for to try and get my furlow extended, for he thinks that my leg
Dear Walter I am enjoying my self fine as well, I think, as any cripple can.
I again take my pen in hand to write a few lines to you to let you know how I am a getting This makes
that Gettysburg Battle. he sais that it was awful, and that he never wants to see the like of it again My
health is verry good, and my leg dos still continue's to mend slowly—but verry slow, the Doctor has
I am enjoying my self as well as I can with my four legs but I cannot go about much yet I am a going
No more at present but good by and write soon with my love to you and all enquiring friends, I remain
Dear Walter As I am not a going out to day I thought that my time could not be better imployed than by
Sawyer to day he is well. he sayes that they have bin on the move so that he could not answer my letter
thing about your letter—he is a going to try to get a pass to come up hear this winter— Conserning my
self I am about old fassion. my leg mends slowly (about as it was when you wer hear) I have bin out
I received a answer to my first letter stating that you wer at home sick.
I have got my discharge from the Hospitals about 3 weeks ago & am now employed in the Provost Marshall
I had a very pleasant time only I broke my leg just as I got ready to come home & had some little difficulty
in getting home without my cruches I got so I could walk quite well on my leg only last week my stump
there has bin two small pieces of bone come out but I think in a little while I will be ready to wear my
Dear Walter, I take my pen in hand as a final resort to find out where you are. as it appears to me it
will stay untill August I get out now most every day untill six oclock but I never see you I have got my
evening as you usd to do at the old Armory but alas I never see your [old] familliar in the threshold of my
my brother or my sister! Keep on!
I round and finish little, if anything; and could not consistently with my scheme.
"'Leaves of Grass' indeed (I cannot too often reiterate) has mainly been the outcropping of my own emotional
No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or as aiming mainly
Whitman's poems, "O Captain! My Captain!"
Whitman eventually added four poems: "O Captain! My Captain!
"O Captain!"
The Lincoln poems, particularly "O Captain!
"Damn My Captain," he said, "I'm almost sorry I ever wrote the poem" (With Walt Whitman 2:304).
pieces, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" (1865-1866) and one of his best-known poems, "O Captain
My Captain!" (1865-1866).
Whitman intensely admired Lincoln from the late 1850s onward, remarking at one point, "After my dear,
"Hush'd Be the Camps To-day" and the other Lincoln poems ("Lilacs," "O Captain!
equipages roll by—I see the respectful bow at the presence of pride—and I curse the contrast between my
The lofty air—the show of dress—the aristocratic demeanor—the glitter of jewels—dazzle my eyes; and sharp-toothed
Why: should my path be so much rougher than theirs? Pitiable, unfortunate man that I am!
to be placed beneath those whom in my heart I despise—and to be constantly tantalized with the presence
I have lived as yet but eighteen years: yet in all the constant thoughts and acts of my last few years
, your words have been my guides and true oracles.
spirit of self-assertion: but that I should feel shame for myself, were I not to show the reality of my
gratitude to you, even through the weakness of words—you, whom I thankfully acknowledge for my veritable
.; Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; "Old Age Echoes" was the title given to a collection of four
poems first published in Lippincott's Magazine: Sounds of the WinterReprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (
The Unexpress'dReprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).
Sail Out for Good, Eidólon YachtReprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).
After the ArgumentReprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).; Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).
"No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or attempt at
"I am not literary, my books are not literature," he proclaimed to Horace Traubel (With Walt Whitman
"The whole drift of my books is to form a new race of fuller & athletic yet unknown characters, men &
Bent to the very earth, here preceding what follows, Terrified with myself that I have dared to open my
echoes re- coil recoil upon me, I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my
journal of James Brooke, Esq., of Sarawack, (now agent for the British government in Borneo.) by Captain
Burke, Chatham, Adam Clarke, Lord Clive, Captain Cook, Fox, Franklin, Warren Hastings, Bishop Heber,
The Captain's Daughter.
the best society of the civilized world all over, are to be only reached and spinally nourish'd (in my
"My child!" she cried, in uncontrollable agony, "O! my child!"
This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," first appeared, with minor differences, in
first sentence was revised further for publication as "Little Jane:" in "The Reformed," it reads "'My
she cried, in uncontrollable agony, 'my child! you die!'" Then there was silence awhile.
.; This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," first appeared, with minor differences,
first sentence was revised further for publication as "Little Jane:" in "The Reformed," it reads "'My
she cried, in uncontrollable agony, 'my child! you die!'"
Like the bachelor-speaker of "My Boys and Girls," the speaker here knows that the way to keep his heart
Childhood here, as in "My Boys and Girls," calls up other reminders of the sorrows of the world and especially
though shining out very brightly by fits and starts, seemed incapable of conveying any warmth, I took my
hat, which I was able to keep on my head not without considerable effort.
My flesh quivered with the bitter coldness of the air. My breath appeared steam. Qu-foo-o!
I gave an extra pull of my hat over my brows—a closer adjustment of my collar around my shoulders, and
way homeward, imbue my fancy with a kindred glee and joyousness!
The first several lines of the poem were published in 1880 as "My Picture-Gallery.
last night we got payed off and to day it is rainey and wet so it quite uncomfortable you must excuse my
have been moving about so I aint had time well no more this time pleas answer this soon as you can my
dont know as she remember me but I do her how could I forget her if you see her pleas tell her I send my
Watersboro Sept 17th Mr Whitman I take the liberty of addressing you at the request of my cousin Milton
among our sick & wounded soldiers, who indeed must feel very grateful to meet with such a friend as my
My cousin seems to be gaining slowly, & his friends does not think him strong enough to return for two
I think never since that hour can I read my well-worn "Leaves of Grass," without that vague imagined
request, I shall have the name of the man whose writings I most admire, in his own hand, and it will be my
This naval Captain has not been identified.
.; This naval Captain has not been identified.; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
The following officers were then unanimously elected for the ensuing year: Captain —WILLIAM H.
.— I assume this day, the whole debt of all I take my place by right among the sudorous or sweaty men
a handsomer man with be has better finer health and cleaner shaped limbs than I, who do business in my
This is my last term at Oxford—that dear place—after that I shall be free, and may turn up in America
I am anxious to try my hand in a modest way at it.
They are all well in England I think—my mother is paying a short Temperance visit to N.Y.
Our delightful Summer is over, my people are in London, and I am back here in Oxford again.
My family live happily in London, though it is always fog there when there is frost—I should think they
But I don't, so I packed up my books and came here.
Alys is going to stay on a month & learn Italian & then in February she is going to Sicily with my mother
All my American friends—young men who have gone in for politics—are working with the Democratic party
I wish I had got this letter off in time to wish you a happy Christmas—but you must accept my somewhat
Crisis" refers to the public scandal that occurred when the Irish soldier and Member of Parliament Captain
It was very amusing—my part was to dance a ballet, which I did, in full ballet costume.
In a week now I go back to Oxford—to Balliol College, for my last year. It is a dear place.
You must pardon my type writer & my gossiping letter, but I wanted you to know tha that I & all of us
I am paying a visit—it is a vacation—to Benjamin Jowett, the Head of my college, a venerable and dreadful
It makes one realize how much your generation—my father's generation—has done for progress, I only hope
My father is extremely well, and enjoying life. Mrs.
I am taking this summer as a rest, I have finished my work at Oxford, and in the autumn I shall begin
Whitman's interaction with the children at a picnic for London's poor: "During the day I lost sight of my
notice, you Kanuck woods") became verses 6-10; and the lines on the half-page ("I am indifferent to my
Specimen Days (1882) Whitman says of the region where he was born, "the successive growth-stages of my
The voyage itself appears again and again, in the narrative style of "Old Salt Kossabone" and "O Captain
My Captain!
visit was an important acknowledgment of his work, Whitman in turn publicly acknowledged Longfellow in "My
fond thoughts my soul beguiled;— It was herself!
I've set my heart upon nothing, you see; Hurrah! And so the world goes well with me.
I set my heart at first upon wealth; And bartered away my peace and health; But, ah!
I set my heart upon sounding fame; And, lo! I'm eclipsed by some upstart's And, ah!
And then I set my heart upon war. We gained some battles with eclat.
My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through
the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my
My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through
the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my
My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through
the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my
Walt Whitman Esteemed Sir, Will you permit me to offer you, as emphasizing my appreciation of the melodies
its every drop distills something of the warm appreciation your exceptional creations have kindled in my