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I send my love specially to Alma and the girls & the new Mrs J— Nothing very new with me—I am ab't as

Portrait —have already outlined & partly prepared it—you shall have it soon — I am writing this up in my

floor all around horribly litter -rary, but a cheery wood fire in the little stove—& I comfortable in my

morning yours of March 14th —I am deeply sensible of the interest you have taken for me and return my

to fill—it is an entirely different branch of the profession from that in which I have been engaged—My

and the general superintendance of building a piece of work—As a draughtsman I am totally deficient—my

Camden Dec 13 '77 Dear Bee My sister told me at breakfast to say to you she would be happy to have you

thinking much the few hours past of what Mr Eldridge told me of a young Mrs Needham (an intimate friend of my

a lunatic asylum —just from sheer overwork, & too intense concentration, ardor, & continued strain —My

—My book Leaves of Grass as now printed, is in its permanent form—My other Vol. of equal size Two Rivulets

, (i.e. of Real and Ideal) will comprise all my other writings, Prose & Verse , & is now being put into

Here I am sitting up in the big chair—I got up ab't noon, (& shall keep up an hour or two, & send you my

the last two days—but the indications are still favorable (good pulse the Dr says last two days) for my

getting sort abt as usual—Dr B went back to Canada last Tuesday night, R.R. train—I am half thro' on my

roseate toward me & I feel thankful & responsive—& all the confirmatory possible— I am still kept in my

the indication of it—& to-day Saturday a fearful hot & oppressive baker & prostrater , the worst to my

printing office is now all diverged on a Harrison and Morton book, hurry is up—will take them a week—my

Earls Colne Halstead August 12, 1873 My dearest Friend The paper has just been forwarded here which tells

My Darling—let me use that tender caressing word once more, for how can I help it, with heart so full

My darling.

around, returns once more, as I have every summer for five & twenty years, to this old village where my

in fact, the old Priory they have inhabited ceased to be a Priory at the dissolution of monasteries—My

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

I noted the French Review—fain would I have read it, but alas I can only read my own tongue.

meaning of much I see in other tongues, but alas though I often call up spirit alas—comes to aid me at my

of real Kinship between your two natures I felt sorry to find you had not fully grasped the hand of my

I find in my travels and talks with men, many of their poor hard toiling souls to whom his Poems are

least try. we are far apart that is true. yet even here something I might do as a manifestation of my

criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my

Mother, I am quite in hopes George will get a furlough—may-be my expectations are unfounded, but I almost

On February 6, 1863, Jeff wrote: "I think I shall be able to carry through my little 'real estate' scheme

My honest thanks to you, Hugo, for your letter posting me up not only about yourself but about my dear

When I went up to my room that night towards 11 I took a seat by the open window in the splendid soft

moonlit night, and, there alone by myself, (as is my custom sometimes under such circumstances), I devoted

Fred's room, so pleasant, with its effect I remember of pictures, fine color, &c. to have the delight of my

"My own greatest pleasure at Pfaff's was to look on—to see, talk little, absorb," Whitman observed to

Cotrel, Nicholas Wyckoff, & Thomas Sullivan, for my poor men here in hospital.

My health, thank God, was never better—I feel strong & elastic—an obstinate cold & deafness some weeks

Richmond & Jeff Davis, by this short but tremendous little campaign, of 2d, 3d, 4th & 5th inst's, is in my

Love & thanks to you, dear friend, & to those who are aiding my boys.

I had certainly made up my mind that we should meet with partial success certainly, but it seems otherwise

so much want to see you, even if only for a couple of weeks—for I feel I must return here & continue my

I wonder why he didn't send me the Union with my letter in. I am disappointed at not getting it.

I sent Han [a] N Y Times with my last letter, & one to George too.

I thought I was cooler & more used to it, but the sight of some of them brought tears into my eyes—Mother

out with a long rough journey, all dirty & torn, & many pale as ashes, & all bloody—I distributed all my

is what they have eaten with Mat and I"; and again on October 8, 1863: "There is no doubt, Walt, in my

Dear Walt Whitman: Pray forgive my long silence. I have been deep in troubles of my own.

I know the purity and righteousness of your meaning, but that does not alter my regret.

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

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

evening now planning out this large reception w 33 friends to see your portrait, that I spoke of in my

Give my kind rememberances to Morse, when you are writing, I expect to show his bust along with my others

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

keept kept me busy for the past month & I have an old lady staying with me & Jane away so you see that my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

Friday. 12 Well Road Hampstead London England My dear Walt: I send you three pounds ￡3. the sum being

I am getting ready my pictures (2) for the spring Exhibition.

My Book is getting near though not quite through the press: In one of the last chapters, I added, at

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My

Last Thursday evening I went to Sarnia—next morning my brother Julius, my nephew Fred.

It is postmarked: London | PM | MY 28 | 89 | Canada; C.

Whitman found the visitor interesting but too effusive: "My main objection to him, if objection at all

prostration at every hand all around me)—had a good little letter f'm Ed Wilkins —buckwheat cakes & honey for my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

quiet here, plenty of work, but as long as we can do it we must not grumble at that—still, if I had my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

It was in my hands two days before the beginning of the new year.

This unexpected delay makes me very sorry; my mind is full of your poems, but naturally I won't beginn

begin to write before having in my hands as complete materials as possibly possible .

Clausen, who Rudolf Schmidt called "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

Camden March 23 evn'g '91 Getting along tolerably—no worse—relish'd my supper, a dish of string beans

eternities, the one past and the one to come, and it is a delight to me to feel satisfied, and to feel in my

hour or two even three or four, every day—a friend sends a hansom & I drive out—or at other times in my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

forward hopefully to many a good hour with you yet when the success of the meter shall have loosened my

hands and my feet from some of the restraints that are now upon them.

My arm gets on finely, am at office every day, eat & sleep fairly well Love to you R M Bucke hand to

letter to Whitman's disciple and biographer Horace Traubel: "I had a fall last evening and dislocated my

Dear Walt: Just a line to give you my changed address.

My friends the Fearnehoughs have come with me, and we are employing one or two extra hands beside, just

takes its name; very quaint old wooden wheels and cogs—the stream which feeds it runs at the bottom of my

.], quite 'uneducated' in the ordinary sense... but well-grown and finely built" (Edward Carpenter, My

I do not know what I carry in my arms pressed close to my side and bosom!

I turn my steps to "Zion's Mill" a cemetery.

My womb is clean and pure. It is ready for thy child my love.

how lovingly will I cherish and guard it, our child my love. Thine the pleasure my love.

My motives are pure and holy. Our boy my love! Do you not already love him?

Stopped in on my way to town. W. reading the Record. He spoke of feeling better.

My father was a great admirer of Lafayette—and Lafayette was indeed a grand man.

As to Lee, he said: "I am very loth to talk of Lee—my tongue, (I do not know but my pen, too) is slow

s raised my ire. W. realized at once that I was mad,—asked, "What is it about?"

Of course it appealed to me, awoke my response.

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At any rate, he has my admiration for some things he has done—yes, admiration: and my personal love surely

He looked up into my eyes, a wonderful smile on his face as his grasp of my hand tightened: "Yes—I do

, my boy: I know you: I believe you."

My dear mother is living and well; we speak of you.

on Personalism—for both of which attentions you have my thanks.

Very bright: talkative: voice vigorous: stayed on the bed during my visit.

Said; "I hold my own: I am a shattered man: but I keep my head up, which is a great thing."

He described himself as "relapsed to what I call my shaky half paralytic condition. Dr.

I remarked: "If he keeps my letters, they alone must fill a trunk."

On my getting ready to go out he said: "The last thing to be done is to put down the light."

But I had The Ethical Record in my pocket (January issue).

I said: "I usually get my copy Saturday anyhow."

own possibilities, probabilities: reckoned up my own account, so to speak.

All this time I held the Redpath letter opened in my hand.

It is a waste of breath for my friend to tell me I am healthy when my pulse records the circumstance

Remember me to all my old friends in New York."

My theory has been to equip, equip, equip, from every quarter, my own power, possibility—through science

But my mind is animated by other ideas.

My parents' folks mostly farmers and sailors—on my father's side of English—on my mother (Van Velsor's

—This year lost, by death, my dear, dear mother—and, just before, my sister Martha—(the two best and

He recognized my skepticism.

W. said: "He was my friend—and yours, too, eh? No?

Desired my libretto.

"It's one of my regrets that the Wagner operas have never come my way—that I for my own part have not

—only serves to make my conviction more vehement."

Sheree L.Gilbert"As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado" (1865–1866)"As I Lay with My Head in Your

Lap Camerado" (1865–1866)"As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado" first appeared in Whitman's separately

"As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado" (1865–1866)

My advice about that fellow would be, to let him alone—let him severely alone.

And again, "My charge would be—drop him—he is not worth a word."

W. said, "I shall write Doctor—send my letter over by Warrie (Warrie will undoubtedly go—undoubtedly)

I usually make my address as full as I know.

WHO learns my lesson complete?

as every one is immortal; I know it is wonderful—but my eye-sight is equally wonderful, and how I was

conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful; And pass'd from a babe, in the creeping trance of

And that my Soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and

I gave it draining regards that fixed it in my mind.

I regard it as a noble work, & am very glad of this rich honor done to my poet, & I want to congratulate

It is a fine, nay a great, work, in my opinion.

Fairchild & her husband are going to drive out & see my Cox photo, some time.

thursday Thursday afternoon My dear Walt my letter is rather late this week i waited thinking i should

thought to be good for the neuralghy neuralgia and rheumatism i got a 50 cent bottle and am rubbing my

wish you had some) the folks here goes on just the same seem to mind the loss of their father much my

I write this early in the forenoon, sitting in my room in 55th street, after breakfast.

As to getting my leave extended so that I might stay to vote, I have settled (as I spoke of in a former

I am now going out down town, & across to Brooklyn, to spend a few hours with my mother.

I don't know whether I told you that my sister with her two young children from St.

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

Since I first read your poems years ago now they have always had a great influence on my thoughts and

I have found out the truth of your words too from my short experience of life in deed as well as in thought

Your Leaves of Grass I keep with my Shakespeare and my Bible and it is from these three that I have got

My Dear Mr.

Jeff has been a very great blow to me personally, as for a good many years I looked upon him as one of my

and I have learned to lean upon him in so many ways that I feel as though a prop were taken out of my

I am sorry to have to write you a machine letter now, but my crippled arm makes this a necessity.

Camden Thursday 4 afternoon Thank you for the nice chicken—had some for my dinner—was glad to see Van

& to hear from you all— I am getting over my bad spell of health—but very slowly—& have been depressed

know yet what move I shall make—but shall have to do something in a few days—If it hadn't been for my

just rec'd his postal card from Haddonfield that he would try to come up early next week—I send him my

Still I wish to say how much I have enjoyed all things here & how much I regret to have to make my stay

I read Doctor my essay ( N.E. Mag. ) Sunday night.

He set me on my feet with certain improvements in phraseology, on the point of your Washington sickness

He thinks your & my terminology when we get off on that field lamentable if not laughable.

February. 1891 My dear Walt Whitman, I was extremely pleased, last evening, to receive the copy of Ingersoll's

lecture you were kind enough to send me, & I thank you for it with all my heart.

And I rejoice, with all my heart, that at last should have heard so strong a public declaration of the

But my rejoicing is greatly disturbed & overclouded by intelligence received at noon today of your relapse