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SHOTTERMILL, HASLEMERE, Surrey, October 6, '79 1879 My dearest friend, Your letter came to me here just
We have been spending the last six or seven weeks in this village I am so fond of where my children grew
up; we came to live here after my husband's death and remained seven or eight years till until the boys
I am trying to write a brief memoir of my Husband to prefix to the new edition of the Blake Macmillan
I cannot tell you, dear friend, how often and how affectionately my thoughts turn to America the great
MY DEAREST FRIEND: Herby went to David Bognes David Bogue about a week ago: he himself was out, but H
His father was the publisher of my husband's first literary venture & behaved honourably.
Also my own longing is always for a chronological arrangement, if change at all there is to be; for that
Without these faculties at ready command my dear Gabriel would not have been himself."
Whitman with my love, or if you prefer to keep both, I will send her others.
Dec. 8, 1873 My dearest Friend The papers with Prof: Young's speech came safely, & I read it, my hand
—Are you getting on my Darling?
sensations in the head & can move without such effort and difficulty a hymn of thankfulness will go up from my
O it is a slow struggle back to health my Darling!
I turn my face to the westward sky before I lie down to sleep, deep & steadfast within me the silent
Singing Thrush" (March 15, 1873; later called "Wandering at Morn"), "Spain" (March 24, 1873), "Sea Captains
London Dec. 9. 1874 My dearest Friend It did me much good to get your Poem—beautiful earnest eloquent
My artist boy is working away cheerily at the R. Academy, his heart in his work.
I feel more completely myself than I have done since my illness.
I think my thoughts fly to you on strongest and most joyous wings when I am out walking in the clear
Good bye my dearest Friend. Annie Gilchrist.
Boston March 13th 1887 My dear Sir: I hope you will do us the favor to accept the enclosed invitation
Looking for a favorable reply and a promise to be my guest, I remain Very truly yours Annie Fields Annie
My dear Mr Whitman Please write Your Autograph & Enclose in the Accompanying Envelope I appreciate the
Many favors Asked of You feel desire Your Autograph So Much to Add to My Already Good Collection that
My Dear Friend, Tis a long time since I have had the pleasure of hearing from you so I fear you did not
I am getting around quite lively on just a single cane and my health is good.
Now good bye, my good freind and may heaven keep you safe from harm. Anson Ryder, Jun.
Bowling Green Febry February 24th 1867 My Dear Friend I was thinking to day today whether I had answered
good berth in Tennessee but being of a modest disposition of course I cannot call his attention to my
My Dear Uncle W, Your very kind letter of the 16th was duly received and appreciated to the best of my
I do not know whether there are any characters among my neighbors that would interest you particular
Wood is with [me] here at my old home says it is not very natural here does not seem at all like an hospital
O longings for my dear home! O soft and sunny airs! O pensive!
O my Soul! O lips becoming tremulous, powerless! O centuries, centuries yet ahead!
swear I will am can not to evade any part of myself, Not America, nor any attribute of America, Not my
body—not friendship, hospitality, procreation, Not my soul—not the last explanation of prudence, Not
"Then you are welcome to my home," Walt Whitman replied, giving him both his hands.
I think the dinner my good friends gave me recently, at Morgan's Hall, gave me a new lease of life.
"At least here I am surrounded by my books, and the roses you see my friends send me daily.
Arnold, you are right welcome to my home."
My second wife, you know, was an American lady, and that gives me a claim on your people.
There was no ceremoniousness about my visit to the President, and as a journalist I liked my brief talk
My people knew not of my coming—none but my brother's wife, to whom I confided my purpose, lest they
My sister fell!
"One day my sister was missing.
He accepted my challenge.
I was blinded by my hate for my sister's betrayer.
This is my excuse for profering proffering this request and I entertain the hope that you will graciously
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
vacant midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my
with eager calls, and orders of officers; While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
or near, (rousing, even in dreams, a devilish exultation, and all the old mad joy, in the depths of my
galloping by, or on a full run; With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
night midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my
with eager calls and orders of officers, While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
far or near, (rousing even in dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my
galloping by or on a full run, With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
night midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my
with eager calls and orders of officers, While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
far or near, (rousing even in dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my
galloping by or on a full run, With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my
early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd with sleep; Behold me where I pass—hear my
voice—approach, Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass; Be not afraid of my Body.
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach, Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass
; Be not afraid of my Body.
early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep, Behold me where I pass, hear my
voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body
early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep, Behold me where I pass, hear my
voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body
AS at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother
AS at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother
In you whoe'er you are my book perusing, In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing, All,
the West joyously sounding, Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable, Infinitesimals out of my
life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give,) These waifs from the
In you whoe'er you are my book perusing, In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing, All,
the West joyously sounding, Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable, Infinitesimals out of my
life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give,) These waifs from the
Fascinated, my eyes reverting from the south, dropt, to follow those slender windrows, Chaff, straw,
O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth, Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my
sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me, Because I have dared to open my
Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my dead lips
Fascinated, my eyes reverting from the south, dropt, to follow those slender windrows, Chaff, straw,
O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth, Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my
sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me, Because I have dared to open my
Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my dead lips
As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap, Camerado. As I Lay with my Head in your Lap, Camerado.
As I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I made I resume—what I said to you and the
open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap Camerado. AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO.
AS I lay with my head in your lap camerado, The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the
open air I resume, I know I am restless and make others so, I know my words are weapons full of danger
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap Camerado. AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO.
AS I lay with my head in your lap camerado, The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the
open air I resume, I know I am restless and make others so, I know my words are weapons full of danger
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap, Camerado AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP, CAMERADO.
AS I lay with my head in your lap, camerado, The confession I made I resume—what I said to you and the
open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger
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)
AS I PONDER'D IN SILENCE. 1 AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering
then I answer'd, I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my
AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before
then I answered, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my
As I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before
then I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my
That, O my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
I swear I will have each quality of my race in my- self myself , (Talk as you like, he only suits These
rapt verse, my call—mock me not!
You, by my charm, I invoke!
For that we live, my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
Have you studied out my land, its idioms and men?
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
rapt song, my charm—mock me not!
You, by my charm, I invoke!
As I sit writing here, sick and grown old, Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities
, Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui, May filter in my daily songs.
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
done and gone, we remain; There is no final reliance but upon us; Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
done and gone, we remain; There is no final reliance but upon us; Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
included in any subsequent editions of Leaves of Grass, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
The States—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my
States awhile—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my
States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long, Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my