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of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my
look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my
I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior—I will tell you what to say of me; Publish my
name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom
I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I will tell you what to say of me, Publish my
name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend the lover's portrait, of whom
I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior—I will tell you what to say of me; Publish my
name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom
I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I will tell you what to say of me, Publish my
name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend the lover's portrait, of whom
Permit me to assure that such a motive was foreign to my mind.
My object in calling upon you was simply that of friendly interest which I had been encouraged to think
If my presence was an intrusion pray pardon it: but do not I beseech you attribute to presumption or
Abolitionist author of The Public Life of Captain John Brown and editor of the North American Review,
I expressed my desire at the suggestion, and he commenced his narrative: Both this original printing
"My child!" she cried, in uncontrollable agony, "my child! you die!"
This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," also first appeared, with minor differences
He acknowledged in answer to my questioning, that he had indeed been relating a story, the hero of which
.; This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," also first appeared, with minor differences
of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as My
to the President at his levee, / And he says Good day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugarfield
of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as "My
leafhandwritten; This manuscript bears some similarity in subject to the poem that became Who Learns My
.; TThis manuscript bears some similarity in subject to the poem that became "Who Learns My Lesson Complete
to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own."
to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (15—16).
to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (15—16).
is reminiscent of lines from the poem that read "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (1855, pp. 15–16).; Transcribed
I am trying to cheer him up and strengthen him with my magnetism."
Come to my house on Sunday evening, and I will have him there to meet you."
It would give me great pleasure to grant this request, out of my regard to Mr.
it, as he showed when I went to give him an account of my interview with the Secretary.
" 'I cock my hat as I please, indoors and out,' " I quoted.
The deeplyfeltemotionwith which "My Captain" is readinvariablybringstears ttheeyes ofhearers.] 14 MEMORIES
, My Captain," a of "Bravo, " (encouraged by gentle-kindly ejaculation bravo !
he " I do then with friends as I do your says, my with my books.
My lifend my wealth,yea, allthatismine, be ransom againstTime's wrong forthose who showed true my forecast
Not that tinkling rhymes Captain my Captain this, too, isnot beautiful and pathetic ; but it jars slightly
"Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover." — Leaves of Grass .
To my reminiscences of the poet in his later years, and my description of his homes and haunts, let me
The deeply felt emotion with which "My Captain" is read invariably brings tears to the eyes of hearers
My health is reasonably good."
, My Captain," (encouraged by a gentle-kindly ejaculation of "Bravo, bravo!"
The moment Garfield came over to our side of the car, I gave him my seat and I took his.
Years ago, when I used to hit a key on my old typewriter, I could follow and even explain the mechanical
Now, when I hit a key on my computer keyboard, my knowledge of the process that makes a letter appear
on my screen is hazy, to say the least, not to mention the process that transfers it to paper.
How this sentence I'm now writing gets preserved on my USB stick and in what form is a mystery to me.
If my rhetoric is, as Freedman suggests, "utopian," my experience in working on the archive is anything
Given under my hand and seal at Fort James, in New Yorke, on the Island of Manhattat, this 18th day of
clearing, ffencing and manuring their land, as well as building ffor their conveniency have requested my
Given under my hand and seal at ffort James, in New York, the ffirst day of May. in the 22nd year of
House, and the question that is now put is, whether this 53 bill should pass, I must beg leave to give my
Witness My Hand, LEFFERT LEFFERTS."
his life, he could still recall the excitement of seeing this first article in print: "How it made my
heart double-beat to see my piece on the pretty white paper, in nice type" ( , 1:287).
to the President in the midst of his cabinet, and Good day my brother, to Sambo, among the hoes of the
lesson complete" ("Who Learns My Lesson Complete"), "Clear the way there Jonathan" ("A Boston Ballad
Commenced putting to press for good, at the job printing office of my friends, the brothers Rome, in
against him and his ancesters ancestors , though I guess he has forgot it all now, anyhow give him my
Captain Respegius Edward Lindell worked for the Camden ferries (Specimen Days, ed.
Captain Charles W. Walton was a member of the Fifty-first Regiment, New York State Volunteers.
and let one line of my poems contra- dict contradict another!
tain-high mountain-high ; Brazen effrontery, scheming, rolling like ocean's waves around and upon you, O my
my lands!
Let him who is without my poems be assassinated!
and let one line of my poems contra- dict contradict another!
Let him who is without my poems be assassinated!
beginning he announces, "Let me bring this to this a close," and later he mocks, "Let him who is without my
Captain George W.
Captain Whitman, leaving the Rappahannock with his regiment in February, 1863, now went round with them
many, that a shell, whose explosion had killed two of his company and seriously hurt a third, struck Captain
Petersburg (Virginia, June 9 and June 15–18, 1864) were Confederate victories. and down the Weldon road, Captain
.; Captain George W.
O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice, O harvest of my lands—O boundless summer growths,
you dread accruing army, O you regiments so piteous, with your mortal diarrhoea, with your fever, O my
Nor do I forget you Departed, Nor in winter or summer my lost ones, But most in the open air as now when
my soul is rapt and at peace, like pleasing phantoms, Your memories rising glide silently by me. 6 I
All till'd and untill'd fields expand before me, I see the true arenas of my race, or first or last,
O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice, O harvest of my lands—O boundless summer growths,
you dread accruing army, O you regiments so piteous, with your mortal diarrhoea, with your fever, O my
Nor do I forget you Departed, Nor in winter or summer my lost ones, But most in the open air as now when
my soul is rapt and at peace, like pleasing phantoms, Your memories rising glide silently by me. 6 I
All till'd and untill'd fields expand before me, I see the true arenas of my race, or first or last,
that will become the envy of the world.Whitman sees these productive fields as "the true arenas of my
pri.00035xxx.00808[Returned from my four months]1879–1882prose1 leafhandwritten; A short note in which
[Returned from my four months]
A.MS. draft.loc.00088xxx.00236Returning to my pages' front oncebetween 1871 and 1876poetryhandwritten1
Returning to my pages' front once
(Returning to my pages' front once more, resuming all, Songs, sorrows, tragedies, with stalwart joys—O
A glance look —a flashing token of my‑ myself self—to future time.
Returning to my pages' front once
I cross the long Bridge but if I can not get a chance, I hope you will write whenever convient Give my
On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would
Aug 20, 1875 Aug 16 th 1875 Dear Uncle Walt I received your Postal Card. but I was away to work when my
will say that we are well as common I am going to California in November if the Lord will permit that my
S So I concluded to find out by dropping a few lines to you I hope my Dear Uncle that nothing has befallen
On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would
Boys in Armory where you were But they could not tell Now Uncle if you will (not) Answer this after My
On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would
Kind Uncle & Friend Yours came to me on Friday last much sooner than I expected Because my being so negligent
I have been thinking about going there this winter to wile a way some of these lonesome days My Folks
have some objections to my going where I have been so often for the last three years.
Well Uncle I hope this may find you still alive & well My best respects To you, My Uncle Adieu till next
On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would
My wishes are that this may find you enjoying good health and plenty of kind friends to associate with
close by expecting to have a better opportunity of writing some thing else when you hear from me again My
On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would
I had an auction yestarday yesterday 4 of March to sell my Personally personal troperty property as I
told you in my other letter I have rented my farm of 35 acers acres for 5 years I would like to see
Why can not you com come & see my family I have a wife & littel little Girl 5 years old this month When
the house I felt proud of it myself I will have to get a frame for it and hang it up on the wall Walt my
We move about half a mile from this place my Post office will be the same (address) your in hast haste
is one reason why I had rather be sent to the Regiment I would not stay around this City the rest of my
My best wishes are with you for indeed I have found a Friend at last to the poor Soldier I will close
On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would
This was not any of my own luck but to accompany the newly married set was all I was on the Company.
I have received only this letter Oct 7th & one writen to My Father of which both reached me the same
But this one I have neglected on account of my being a way from home so long.
not tell of my being hit there.
My health is very good at present Also the same I wish to you My best wishes gose with this to you Yours
On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would
Dear Friend I once promised to write you & as often as convient So far I have fullfulled my part.
Since my joineing My Regiment It has been nothing but marching & fighting the Johnnys.
The reason of my leaveing was because I could not see to ride or walk.
often as possible Even if it is pencil marks I hope that this may find you enjoying good health Give my
On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would
greatest and profoundest truths are often most plain to the senses of men—in the same resemblance, my
The scene of the meeting was the school house; and having no other means of employing my time, I determined
"You are whimsical, my dear," said the matron, as she took the paper; "why do you desire so needless
"My son," she cried, in uncontrollable agony; "my son! you die!"
Whitman reused this sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My son," with minor revisions, in " The
.; Whitman reused this sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My son," with minor revisions, in "
You traitor to my dead father—robber of his children!—scoundrel!—wretch! Whitman cut "—scoundrel!
"Why are you crying, my little son?" said he.
"My brother is sick," answered the child. "I have no father. He is dead."
"What is your name, my poor boy?" he asked. "Adam Covert," said the child.
Some of my readers may, perhaps, think that he ought to have been hung at the time of his crime.
not Walt Whitman, might have written this: I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable, I sound my
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun; I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it
Emerson in the printed letter sent to us—"I rubbed my eyes a little, to see if this sunbeam were no illusion
Whatever may be said for the genius that created the peculiar style of (and, for my part, I think a great
Yet it would be wrong not to correct my criticism about Whitman's style by pointing out that there are
There are passages in the lines entitled 'Captain, My Captain,' and in the war-lyric commencing 'Beat
Here it is copied from [the] volume before us:— O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain!
Leave you not the little spot, 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 spot my Captain lies, Compare with this, for poetic or pathetic feeling
coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac.