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I am convinced of one thing, (I must say my say out,) that even cleaning and salting fish for a few hours
I've no idea of losing my dog by a darned shirk!"
On the same occasion there was the prettiest of marine exhibitions—prettier, to my eyes, than any New
in, and throwing out of those lines, and the rapid depositing of fish in the boats, which seemed, to my
My friends on sea-bass intent (they were waiting for a particular wind, or something to complete their
I know from the frequent bent of my own feelings, that yearning for the freshness and quiet of the country—that
published as a two-volume book in the United States in 1848, entitled The History of Rinaldo Rinaldini, Captain
Yes, Messrs. of the city: I have found no precept more strongly taught, by my rambles among this often
An old woman, the mistress of the place, bustled about, and regaled my repast with many words: her husband
nine children lived home—they had no servants—that they were rich—and that they seized ravenously on my
published as a two-volume book in the United States in 1848, entitled The History of Rinaldo Rinaldini, Captain
For my own part, I have more than once chosen the latter alternative.
In my next letter, I shall take the reader 'way to the jumping off place of the island. P AUMANOK .
Many old sportsmen, who used to put up at Captain Dodd's, there, will feel surprised to see the familiar
In my former notes on the grave yards of east Long Island, I find it omitted the following inscription
aged 80 years Here sleeps te Body tombed in its Dust Till Christ shall Come & raise it with the Just My
Soul ascended to te Trone of God Where with sweet Jesus now I make Aboad Then hasten after Me my dearest
Also, at his feet Lie the remains of his youngest son JONATHAN HORTON The first captain of Cavalry in
AN ADVENTURE ON HEMPSTEAD PLAINS, YEARS AGO One of my old friends for the last fifteen years has made
of these occasions, some ten years since, that he met with a little adventure wherewith he has, in my
My friend aforesaid had gone out to shoot on the Plains (stopping awhile on his way farther east) one
My friend was indeed tired, and thankfully accepted the honest fellow's offer.
My friend, be it known, is the most modest of men—and now what the deuce to do, was the question.
CHURCH—AN HOUR AMONG THE PICTURES OF THE INTERNATIONAL ART UNION I have just been up paying one of my
It has grown into my very soul.
O Captain, My Captain
pml.00002xxx.00218MA 1212O Captain! My Captain!27 April 1890poetryhandwritten1 leaf; O Captain!
My Captain!
Mitchell's hand says, "To give Walt a little money I offered for a gentleman 100$ for an autograph copy of My
Captain—I pin it to Furness note April 1890."
O Captain! My Captain!
brn.00001xxx.00218Whitman, Walt to Hay, JohnO Captain! my Captain!
March 9, 1887poetry1 leafhandwritten; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain!
ihm.00002xxx.00218O Captain! My Captain!
1889-1890poetry1 leafhandwritten; A manuscript copy of O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
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April 30, 1890poetry1 leafhandwritten; A handwritten version of O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! O Captain! my Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.
O Captain! my Captain!
This manuscript is a signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!
of the verso of this manuscript is currently unavailable.; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.; Transcribed from digital images of the original.
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 1 O CAPTAIN! my captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead. 2 O captain! my captain!
This arm I push beneath you; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 3 My captain
But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
GregoryEiselein'O Captain! My Captain!' [1865]'O Captain! My Captain!'
[1865]Though stylistically atypical of his verse, "O Captain! My Captain!"
The rhyme, meter, stanza, and refrain in "O Captain" are conventional.
Although the ship has weathered the storm and re-entered the harbor safe and victorious, the captain
'O Captain! My Captain!' [1865]
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]
I trace my highest and best thoughts and feelings to your poems.
O joy of my spirit uncaged—it hops like a bird on the grass mounds of earth.
O joy of my spirit
The first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery
A similar line in that poem reads: "O the joy of my spirit! It is uncaged!
Friend Walter— I design bearly to say How do you do, while you are in Boston, & to express my own pleasure
I know what is your mental fare in Boston from my own past personal experience and without wishing to
intrude myself above my true level I could wish I were, at least, a stander-by.
How shall I rise to life (action), is, now, my all pressing & all urgent question.
Accept my affectionate regards. O. K. Sammis To Walt Whitman. O. K.
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
parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blos- soming blossoming titi; Again, sailing in 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
parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blos- soming blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my
Dim smitten star, Orb not of France alone, pale symbol of my soul, its dearest hopes, The struggle and
Dim smitten star, Orb not of France alone, pale symbol of my soul, its dearest hopes, The struggle and
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely
O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! O ample and grand Presidentiads!
(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men- aces menaces me—it will not support me: O future too
red1888poetryhandwrittenprinted1 leaf; Handwritten notes and corrections on a printed copy of the poem O Captain
My Captain!
in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied; And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my
in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied, And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my
in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied, And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my
And still more strikingly Othello says: "Every puny whipster gets my sword: for why should honor outlive
of my adherence
giving others the same chances and rights as myself— As if it were not indis‑ indispensable pensable to my
These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet, For them thy faith, thy rule I take, and grave it to
knows, aught of them;) May-be seeming to me what they are, (as doubtless they indeed but seem,) as from my
changed points of view; —To me, these, and the like of these, are curiously an- swer'd answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends; When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the
appearances, or that of identity beyond the grave; But I walk or sit indifferent—I am satisfied, He ahold of my
knows, aught of them,) May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem) as from my
, from entirely changed points of view; To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends, When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the
appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my
knows, aught of them;) May-be seeming to me what they are, (as doubtless they indeed but seem,) as from my
from entirely changed points of view; —To me, these, and the like of these, are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends; When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the
appearances, or that of identity beyond the grave; But I walk or sit indifferent—I am satisfied, He ahold of my
knows, aught of them,) May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem) as from my
, from entirely changed points of view; To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends, When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the
appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my
Just when all seems lost, he is redeemed by the miracle of a touch: "He ahold of my hand has completely
Terrible Doubt" echoes the philosophy of other "Calamus" poems, perhaps most closely "Scented Herbage of My
My days will get me over the bridge if I never see it!"
Echoes cluster, first published in Lippincott's Magazine 47 (March 1891) and then reprinted in Good-bye My
The writing on the verso (not in Whitman's hand) makes reference to Good-Bye My Fancy and to Sounds of
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
Old Chants first appeared in Truth (19 March 1891), and was reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Transcribed from a digital image of a micfrofilm copy of an original
Cassius Clay Henry Shaw of St Louis Y et m M y 71st year has arrived and this arrives: the fifteen is my
reciting (published as Old Chants in 1891), Grand is the seen (first published in 1891), Death dogs my
Man's Rejoinder, first published in the Critic 17 (16 August 1890) before being reprinted in Good-Bye My
Review in November 1890 and later reprinted in the Pall Mall Gazette (17 November 1890) and in Good-Bye My
"It used to be the delight of my life to ride on a stage coach," said he.
There was my friend Jack Finley.
Oh, yes, I was answering your question as to how I spent my time. Well, it is very monotonous.
Far back, related on my mother's side, Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died; (Had been a sailor
—these his the last words—when Jenny came, he sat there dead; Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my