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Did you set the type—or any part of it?

rereading this letter I feel that I am asking much—too much—but have not the heart to suppress any part

" and I felt a sort of thankfulness to know that it was my sorrow not his— I hope that you recd my story

Below my window here there is a wooded bank running down to some water, and beyond again about 2 miles

Oakenholt Hall nr near Flint: England 2 nd July 1880 Dear Walt Whitman I am very grateful for your kindness

Bathgate to Walt Whitman, 2 July 1880

Did you see the account of the large fire in the southern part of Phila Philadelphia , a Planing mill

cousin that comes here a good deal, Walt I think you have heard me speak of the child that sister Kate

The very day the Journal —containing your letters—arrived, part of the letter was quoted in the S.F.

down last night, it had all of his wheat in & all Burned together Misses Shin had A Horse & 3 Cows, & 2

he was the one who rescued your Leaves of Grass for me, and brought it from England Did you get the story

If you thought well of the idea you might like to take a part payment in sheets, or bound copies, from

I have just published a new vindication "Memoir of Poe" in 2 vols. and am always desirous of gathering

2 | 80 | Canada.

mostly by water,—and spent several days in "the Lakes of the Thousand Islands"—that is what they call a part

an acre or two covered with cedars—but the water every where I travel in this country is the best part

were appointed to the task of exploring the country, and endeavouring to ascertain the truth of the story

$586,800,000 in 1876, and this with an almost standstill of the trade with the interior during a large part

Steamers 2 33 Propellers 15 4,912 Steam canal-boats 27 2,491 Tugs 62 1,863 Barks 13 4,486 Brigs 3 1,016

got her at home for a few weeks to help us through with the move in, and a sad pinch it will be to part

North American Review, "The Poetry of the Future" (see Whitman's letter to Harry Stafford of January 2,

Did you get the story I wrote you about your "Leaves of Grass"?

volumes of poems and was an indefatigable compiler of anthologies, among which were Poets of America, 2

convinced it came to Haddonfield— 2.40 afternoon I have just had my dinner & am up here in my third story

Love from us all John Burroughs John Burroughs to Walt Whitman, 2 November 1880

Dear Sir: Enc d Enclosed pls please find $10. 00 to cvr cover amt amount due for the 2 Vols Volumes of

beautifully written as it is, rather reminds me of that proverbial representation of Hamlet, with the part

Friday afternoon Nov: November 12 Dear Hank I am staying here yet—yesterday Deb came over here about 2

Mother & I) to the old place —went down to the pond & all around—I thought the pond, & creek, the big part

failed, and these plates were stored away and nothing further done;—till about a year ago (latter part

Mr Eldridge, (of the Boston firm alluded to) is accessible in Washington D C—will corroborate first parts

plates—subscription to purchase" (Whitman's Commonplace Book).In a letter to the editor of The Critic on June 2,

Burroughs on November 2, 1880, informed Whitman of Stedman's difficulties in getting his article printed

along all right—Sunday morning went to breakfast at Mr and Mrs Scovel's — —I am sitting up here 3d story—warm

Boston, Dec 2 d 1880.

Williams to Walt Whitman, 2 December 1880

quietly & plainly here, board with my brother & sister-in-law—have a nice little room up in the third story

Around at 60, and Take Notes," was printed during the following eighteen months: January 29, 1881 (2–

The 2 vol. Centennial Edition of your works.

Parts of the essay were used for Death of Thomas Carlyle published in Specimen Days in 1882 (later retained

(No. 2.), which was published in the Critic on April 9, 1881.

Though he did not include this essay as a whole in Specimen Days & Collect (1882–83), Whitman reprinted parts

It is postmarked: Camden | Jan | 2 | N.J.; (?) N.W. | E | Paid 20 Ja 81.

life a share or more or less, None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is waiting. 2

pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, pre- mature premature death, all these I part

sending itself ahead countless years to come. 2 O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You, We touch

and am all and believe in all, I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part

(Have I forgotten any part? any thing in the past?

fish-shaped island, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk'd with that electric self seeking types. 2

utmost a little wash'd-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting

flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores, The tearful parting

, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother, (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

Volunteer of 1861-2, (at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting the Centenarian.)

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.

to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. 2

of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!

What is prudence is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the

appointed days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse. 2

the ceaseless ferry, faces and faces and faces, I see them and complain not, and am content with all. 2

thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost. 2

, Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope, From unsuspected parts

Cluster: Songs of Parting. (1881) SONGS OF PARTING. AS THE TIME DRAWS NIGH.

Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas, I see not America only, not only Liberty's

advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage, (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts

all its horrors, serves, And how now or at any time each serves the exquisite transition of death. 2

what was promis'd, When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb persons, When the rest part

Put in thy chants said he, No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in, Put first

the hermit thrush from the swamp-cedars, Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World. 2

wend, they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, One generation playing its part

and passing on, Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn, With faces turn'd sideways

let others ignore what they may, I make the poem of evil also, I commemorate that part also, I am myself

I will not make poems with reference to parts, But I will make poems, songs, thoughts, with reference

harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. 2

overseer views them from his saddle, The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their part

Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense

I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The

, any thing is but a part.

2 The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, That of the male

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you, I believe

bones and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say these are not the parts

earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex as parts

Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of

shall be lawless, rude, illiterate, he shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done, I will play a part

—no; But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting

2 Within me latitude widens, longitude lengthens, Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east—America is provided

factories, palaces, hovels, huts of barbarians, tents of nomads upon the surface, I see the shaded part

on one side where the sleepers are sleeping, and the sunlit part on the other side, I see the curious

I see the cities of the earth and make myself at random a part of them, I am a real Parisian, I am a

it is impossible for me to get rid of them, I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.) 2

evident and amicable with me. 4 The earth expanding right hand and left hand, The picture alive, every part

remain behind you, What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting

All parts away for the progress of souls, All religion, all solid things, arts, governments—all that