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For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book, Nor is it by reading it you

drops, Candid, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prisoned

how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were, Then I am pensive—I hastily put down the book

library, Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book

for the book-shelf; Only these carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.

alarm and fre- quent frequent advance and retreat, The infidel triumphs—or supposes he triumphs, The prison

In it physique, intellect, faith—in it just as much as to manage an army or a city, or to write a book

things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books

Europe, Asia—a wandering savage, A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, lover, quaker, A prisoner

great authors and schools, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books

Did you read in the sea-books of the old-fashioned frigate-fight?

I become any presence or truth of humanity here, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel

Which is the theory or book that, for our purposes, is not diseased?

Who are you, that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?

What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-books now?

The shape of the prisoner's place in the court-room, and of him or her seated in the place, The shape

not what is printed, preached, discussed—it eludes discussion and print, It is not to be put in a book—it

is not in this book, It is for you, whoever you are—it is no farther from you than your hearing and

curious way we write what we think, yet very faintly, The directory, the detector, the ledger, the books

in ranks on the book-shelves, the clock attached to the wall, The ring on your finger, the lady's wristlet

descends and goes instead of the carver that carved the supporting-desk, When I can touch the body of books

Let the prison-keepers be put in prison! Let those that were prisoners take the keys! (Say!

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!

issues, published by the author himself in little pittance-editions, on trial, have just dropped the book

—When the book was first issued we were clerks in the establishment we now own.

We read the book with profit and pleasure. It is a true poem and writ by a true man.

Whitman's books, and put our name as such under his, on title pages.

—If you will allow it we can and will put your books into good form, and style attractive to the eye;

We can dispose of more books than most publishing houses (we do not "puff" here but speak truth ).

By the late 1840s Ticknor and Fields were publishing most of their trade books in a dark brown cloth;

beginning in 1856 with Tennyson's The Poetical Works, Ticknor and Fields began to print books in a distinctive

For discussion of Ticknor and Fields's "blue and gold" books see Michael Winship, American Literary Publishing

By the late 1840s Ticknor and Fields were publishing most of their trade books in a dark brown cloth;

beginning in 1856 with Tennyson's The Poetical Works, Ticknor and Fields began to print books in a distinctive

For discussion of Ticknor and Fields's "blue and gold" books see Michael Winship, American Literary Publishing

I do not care so much about the style the book comes out in.

Whitman seems to have promised to send Vaughan some proof sheets from Leaves of Grass (1860), the book

Do write and let me know about when the book is to be ready. I can do a great deal for it.

Or if they dont don't , to let me act for them here as a kind of N.Y. agent to push the book, and advance

—I am glad very glad Walt to hear you are succeeding so well with your book.

He is the author of a book of poetry called "Leaves of Grass," which, whatever else you may think, is

Ralph Waldo Emerson pronounced it the representative book of the poetry of our age.

Since the publication of his book, Walt Whitman has driven hack in New York, and employed the hours of

bed—but sit down to write to you, that I have been here in Boston, to-day is a fortnight, and that my book

They have treated me first rate—have not asked me at all what I was going to put into the book—just took

The book will be a very handsome specimen of typography, paper, binding, &c.

go-ahead fellows, and don't seem to have the least doubt they are bound to make a good spec. out of my book

received his mother's letter of March 30, 1861 (Trent Collection of Whitmaniana, Duke University Rare Books

situated and the more so that you are having things done to suit you in the way of publishing your book

yesterday he was quite smart I sent Eddy to see) Walt there was a letter come from Boston wanted A Book

He was wounded in the First Battle of Fredericksburg (December 1862) and was taken prisoner during the

Mother wants me to be sure and tell you that you must bring her one of those books by the authoress of

I am glad that you are having so good a time and that your book has such a good prospect of success.

The book is finished in all that makes the reading part, and is all through the press complete—It is

The typographical appearance of the book has been just as I directed it, in every respect.

afterwards—I do not know for certain whether it is a good portrait or not—The probability is that the book

I make Thayer & Eldridge crack on the elegant workmanship of the book, its material, &c. but I won't

Published as a serial in 1851-1852, and as a book in 1852.

:42–44), who "behaved very friendly indeed" (Trent Collection of Whitmaniana, Duke University Rare Books

My dear Walt, The books are duly delivered.

It is written all over the book. There is an aroma about it that goes right to the soul.

other paper in the land, and as your poems are not new to me, I can say it will all be used for the book—in

At any rate, the book is bound to sell, if money enough is spent circulating the Reprints and advertising

You should send copies at once to Vanity Fair, Momus, The Albion, The Day Book, The Journal of Commerce

I want to do great things for you with the book, and as soon as I get over my immediate troubles will

favorable response, the editor of the Saturday Press, Henry Clapp, Jr., had forwarded a copy of Whitman's book

Her husband, however, angered that Clapp had sent the book to his wife, appropriated it and wrote a scathing

Received your book, also a letter for Han.

The proof of his greatness is in his book; and there is proof enough.

"This is no book," it says; "whoever touches this, touches a man."

No book exists anywhere more beautifully in earnest than this.

Of the defects in this book something also may properly be said.

Whitman puts into the book one or two lines which he would not address to a woman nor to a company of

Leaves , a larger edition appeared, and that again is followed by a third and still more pretentious book

The egotism of the book is amusing. Mr.

Wilkins Times Tribune Day Book Vanity Fair Momus Illustrated News Herald of Progress Journal Commerce

suggests that Whitman's publishers "should send copies at once to Vanity Fair, Momus, The Albion, The Day Book

New York Weekly Day Book was a Copperhead newspaper founded by Nathaniel R. Stimson in 1849.

The Day Book billed itself as "The White Man's Paper" and changed its name to the Caucasian (August 1861

Beginning in October 1861, the paper was excluded from the mail for fifteen months; the Day Book reappeared

—which he has not learned in any school, at second hand, or gathered from books—or torn from parchment

And here, after so long a lapse of time,—hundreds and thousands of highly bepraised books, in the mean

day by day, and will still continue to follow them until men cease to be fools—here we say is this book

We find many things new and old in this book; the old, welcome as the familiar faces of the old Gods

And for the claims of this book to be called a book of poems, we will venture to say that there is more

NEW BOOKS.

Look here, Walt Whitman, what made you write this book, these Leaves of Grass, full of good thoughts,

You’ve made a book, it can’t be rubbed out for it is a fact.

New Books

I rubbed my eyes a little to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is

I did not know, until I last night saw the book advertised in a newspaper, that I could trust the name

the last number of the I The "Leaves of Grass" is published by Thayer & Eldridge, of Boston, and the book—take

I opened the book at random, as one does a new book when leisure is wanting, and read what the pages

Expecting a favorable response, the editor of the , Henry Clapp, Jr., had forwarded a copy of Whitman's book

Her husband, however, angered that Clapp had sent the book to his wife, appropriated it and wrote a scathing

favorable response, the editor of the Saturday Press, Henry Clapp, Jr., had forwarded a copy of Whitman's book

Her husband, however, angered that Clapp had sent the book to his wife, appropriated it and wrote a scathing

written, and almost all in type, before we were aware that any similar notice had been taken of the book

Whitman's book, there is some poetry—a little—of an exquisite and peculiar cast, which flecks the surface

in Shakspeare's 'Venus and Adonis,' which is an enumeration of points better suited to Tattersall's books

Yet for the one-tenth that we have excepted we shall keep the book, and read it, not without a strange

Thayer & Eldridge have printed the book in very handsome style.

favorable response, the editor of the Saturday Press, Henry Clapp, Jr., had forwarded a copy of Whitman's book

Her husband, however, angered that Clapp had sent the book to his wife, appropriated it and wrote a scathing

The bizarre appearance of the book also indicated a crazy origin.

A misquotation of line 258, Book VI of Virgil's Aeneid , "procul, o procul este, profane."

A misquotation of line 258, Book VI of Virgil's Aeneid, "procul, o procul este, profane."

beastiality we remember ever to have seen in print; a beastiality which is the most prominent feature of the book

The book is, in many respects abominable; in many respects the maddest folly and the merest balderdash

Stimson, the New York Day Book had a distinct proslavery agenda and billed itself as the "White Man's

publishers of the 1860–61 edition of Leaves of Grass , account at least in part for the tone of the Day Book

Stimson, the New York Day Book had a distinct proslavery agenda and billed itself as the "White Man's

publishers of the 1860–61 edition of Leaves of Grass, account at least in part for the tone of the Day Book's

Lippincott and Co., 1856) and co-author with his brother Charles of Ye Book of Copperheads (Philadelphia

If you will look in the next number of Frank Leslie, an advertisement headed "a Good Book given away"

There is considerable opposition among the trade to the book.

Mercury with the allusion of Ada Isaacs Menken Heenan, and think it a good indication that the book is

We sent the books to England a long while ago.—a day or two after you left Boston.

For a discussion of the significance of this color change see Ed Folsom, Whitman Making Books / Books

For a description of Imprints see Ed Folsom, Whitman Making Books / Books Making Whitman (University

published a small advertisement in Frank Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper under the heading "A Good Book

Free" which reads: "One of the most interesting and spicy Books ever published, containing 64 pages

address as above, and you will receive by return of mail, without expense, a handsome and well–printed book

the same fleet with his clipper, you must first be careened over and scrape off the barnacles of old books

Not a fierce revolution in this world's history but may be regarded as a grand psalm in the Book of Time

Before we condemn the book, let us read it. Before we cry out 'Eccentricity!'

the soft heads, on the shoulders of men and women indiscriminately, have conceived that it is a pure book

A professedly obscene book carries with it its own condemnation among decent people, and finds its own

for the Atlantic Monthly—"for sale everywhere" on respectable book-shelves—in very respectable type

The dangers of the book lie in its claiming to be a respectable book—in its claiming to be a pure book

We are inclined to think that the author considers the book a pure one.

the work, but because, being a woman, and having read the uncharitable and bitter attacks upon the book

Mashed Fireman,' 'The Sinking Ship,' or any other of the hundreds of pictures scattered throughout the book

I said I would write to you about your Book when I found time to read it as it was written to be read

By the booksellers of the United States generally the book was ignored, but it could be obtained by the

, but for scientific examples, introduced as they might be in any legal, medical, or physiological book

So much for the matter of the book. As to the manner, it is the same as that with which Mr.

It is however, as a printed book, got up in a splendid manner, and is electrotyped for the sake of cheapness

It is a book of poetry such as may well please twenty-one year old statesmen and philosophers, and people

. ∗ N OT the least surprising thing about this book is its title.

Walt Whitman's book.

with John Lord Campbell on the woolsack, and a certain act of his still unrepealed on the statute-book

It is a book evidently intended to lie on the tables of the wealthy.

Such books as this have occasionally been printed in the guise of a scrofulous French novel, On grey

But somebody whispers, open your book!

What care I for books now (though loved companions ever before).

I have that which is better than books. The book opens itself. What do I behold! oh! blessed eyes!

Walt Whitman really be a poet, and if the contents of this book really be poetry, what Shakespeare and

The book was immediately pronounced by Ralph Waldo Emerson to be "the most extraordinary piece of wit

Other critics followed suit, and Walt Whitman became as famous as the author of the Book of Mormon.

, for which the publishers "confidently claim recognition as one of the finest specimens of modern book-making

and Mine, We must not leave our readers under the impression that there is nothing in Walt Whitman's book

when it became the pleasing duty of that model judge to administer the last rites of the law to a prisoner

of the roughs, a kosmos, Disorderly, fleshy, sensual, &c. was the "poet of pantheism," and that the book

of Spinoza, perfectly indifferent with regard to the matter that enters into the composition of his book