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Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

Come nigh to me limber-hip'd man and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my side till I lean as high

Fill me with albescent honey . . . . bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard . . rub to my

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creas'd and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum; And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

pickets, Come here, she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, lim-ber-hipp'dlimber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?

2 For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful

O my breast aches with tender love for all!

12 See, my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter,

18 I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores

COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols?

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful

O my breast aches with tender love for all!

See my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter, Ages

I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores

This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there. 3 Features of my

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

near the garden pickets, Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, And I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear

she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, limber-hipp'd man, and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there. 3 Features of my

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

near the garden pickets, Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols?

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful

O my breast aches with tender love for all!

See my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter, Ages

I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, limber-hipp'd man, and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

so that my reference to it will not be of use to you. I help all I can here its circulation.

"the Gita" is one of my favourite Books, it is the gem of all Indian lore. it is as wide in its teachings

—but what is it that is not so. and to Carlyle and my own nature too and lastly to you and your teachings

I pause in my thoughts on all such, and gaze on them in wonderment—even with awe and silence too.— How

Will my subscription to your New Edition of your works, if sent you direct to America, be of any real

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

In the summer of '80, my oldest son (of this, my second wife,) being then a well-grown, strong, and healthy

Since that young man was taking a law advantage of myself and other creditors of my dead son, after he

My kin, always recognized as of superior honesty, have shown themselves in all this matter immeasurably

My kin are much allied with those bad people by marriages.

some of those battles—I get thinking about it sometimes, & it works upon me so I have to stop & turn my

get them—I sent them & another paper to George—Mother, you none of you ever mention whether you get my

would take away your appetite I know—Mother, I have some idea Han is getting some better, it is only my

idea somehow—I hope it is so from the bottom of my heart—did you hear from Mary's Fanny since?

them, for grandmother will perhaps leave them to you in her will, if you behave like a lady—Matty, my

$5 from Mr Lane had miscarried—this morning when I came down to Major Hapgood's office I found it on my

Mother, what to do about Andrew I hardly know—as it is I feel about as much pity for you as I do for my

cheerfully I would give them, whether they availed any thing for Andrew or not—yet I have long made up my

all do what we can for Andrew—Mother, I think I must try to come home for a month—I have not given up my

Well, dear mother, I must close—I am first rate in health, so much better than a month & two mo's ago—my

ought to be," but attributed the condition to his mother's frugality: "I have not the least doubt in my

Chicago Dear Walt,— The old war refrain—"All's quiet on the Potomac" —seems to have a new rendering in my

thought as I go about my daily work: "All silent in Camden."

with me an hour or so, and, on departing, asked permission to write a paragraph for the journal about my

But he made the worst mess about the Holmes talk, & my contempt for facts .

Is Mrs Davis still with you—Give her my best regards.

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

located, but the passages alluded to, including the "old varmint" story, appear in a similar form in "My

series of poets was last year begun by Walter Scott the publisher under the occasional editorship of my

and in their list a month or two after my arrival in London as a student of life & letters this year,

I saw rather to my astonishment your name amid the rest, & feeling that in some ways I had a special

As for my own share, all I really care about is to procure a serviceable popular edition, giving all

I feel very much inclined to say a great deal more about my hopes and ideals, but to-night perhaps it

'82 29 Lange Strasse Dresden Tuesday Feb 14 My dear Whitman So you have had a visit from the Aesthete

I enclose herewith a page of my translation of the Leaves of Grass—you needn't save it as I don't want

Well, if I was to unburden all my mind on this weary subject I should go on till—till things got better

My wife knows them well too.

York has given very high praise to my Encheiridion.

up this way are very modest so I got off quite an Elaborate elaborate address in which I expressed my

Phellow fellow Phelinx to the best of my abilities & wished the cause of Temperance Everlasting progress

interrupted with "hear" "hear" and any amount of cheering & in the midst of the cheering I brought my

I am still improving in health getting more blooming Every day Day people who saw me on my way here &

you will know it Just to see if you will recognize the Boy who left Washington some time ago got over my

1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?

2 For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful

O my breast aches with tender love for all!

12 See, my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter,

18 I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creas'd and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum; And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

pickets, Come here, she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, lim-ber-hipp'dlimber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

It was there that I hastened to seek my old friend Walt Whitman on the first morning after my arrival

when the federal troops occupied the village of Falmouth on the Rappahannock river, the house owned by my

father, where my early life was passed, was used as a hospital, and it was in that house that Walt began

On the day after my call, Walt came to see and dine with me, and I had many hours' conversation with

I loafe, and invite my soul; I lean and loafe at my ease— Observing a spear of Summer grass."

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, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers…and the women my sisters and

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

is as big to me as any, Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my

I laid my hat down. We shook hands.

I showed him the title page my father had drawn. He looked at it quietly—was greatly interested.

In this case the wives were on my side. Alma, the present Mrs.

That's the way of some of my friends." Kirk had written of Charles the Bold?

My dear Walt—I most cheerfully write the note that you request to Gen.

: at least, in forenoon and part of the afternoon: but "gathered together again" later on: "made up my

My answer to it has crossed the letter enclosing yours.

He then said: "Well, it is sweet—it is helpful to my soul—to hear that from you: it is the best thing

For my own part, I cannot explain my faith in the book: my satisfaction, if I may say so, is intuitive—not

When he spoke to me I may have nodded my head: when people advise me I have a way of saying 'yes, yes

I have met Fields—his wife particularly was, is, my friend—Anne Fields.

He responded: "And that is a great deal my own feeling—is to be considered—considered carefully.

My disposition towards it now is, to say—if he uses it, well; if not, well again.

suppose I can have proof, so that when the matter comes up that way I can suggest changes—in fact, put my

So I read, he intent upon my word and my face, as I saw in several times looking up.

Ed carried the bust there from Harned's, and my father superintended the job. W. "Glad it is done."

My stay but brief. Ed reported W. as "quite bad" today.

So I rely upon a good account from you to make up for my loss."

And then he added to my remonstrance that the picture did not satisfy me—"I am not always sure but you

Then, however: "And yet my friend Arnold would say to all this: You would not talk so if you were a reader

W. saw my sister's inquiring look and knew what it meant.

I have my doubts!" I had with me a copy of the Moss process engraving catalogue.

He asked to "step in upon Melville Phillips" some day at my leisure.

"Ask him about my proofs—why I have had none.

I described how in my boyhood I had used to watch the pump-maker outside Camden—a Mr.

"I suppose it is: do you notice it in my voice?

And he swelt upon the joy of those early days in his own life "when stage-people were my daily bread"

I am not up to exertion nowadays: what I do I must do at my ease—not with bonds upon me."

If my own work tallies with less than this, it fails of the hope I set for it."

Asked me with a smile, "Did you get my proof?"

And to my yes, went on in a way to show he was nettled that things proceed so slow.

I put your copy in my piece to save trouble." Must look it up.

I shall get another copy as soon as I can get out—being for the moment housed—and shall then eat my cake

I received the following from Ingersoll this morning: 400 Fifth AvenueApr 25th 1891.My dear Traubel:I

yet—consequently I add nothing to the "Spirituality", and I think of correcting nothing, except a word.Accept my

Whitman my sincerest regards—or I might say, love.I hope that as the sunshine comes, he will grow better

"Well, give him my love—love for what he writes, love for him in his sickness!"

DRUM-TAPS. 1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my

O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!

for our pre- lude prelude , songs of soldiers,) How Manhattan drum-taps led. 2 Forty years had I in my

I were nothing, From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men, From my

at random, Renascent with grossest Nature or among animals, Of that, of them and what goes with them my

The oath of the inseparableness of two together, of the woman that loves me and whom I love more than my

the right person not near, From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers through my

FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she

O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!

Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading, Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady

I were nothing, From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men, From my

at random, Renascent with grossest Nature or among animals, Of that, of them and what goes with them my

The oath of the inseparableness of two together, of the woman that loves me and whom I love more than my

the right person not near, From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers through my

FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she

O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!

Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading, Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady

My dear walt Walt its another monday Monday morning and edd Edd and me is alone george George has gone

i have been better of the rheumatism this winter untill until a week or so ago i got quite lame in my

knees so i could hardly get down stairs but i think i took cold going out to the privy getting my feet

hardly realize she is gone as her picture hangs here and looks so much like life it brings the tears to my

My Dearest Friend: Lazy me, that have been thinking letters to you instead of writing them!

But they do: I am as sure of that as of my own existence. When will men begin to understand them?

of the sea and I seem to remember such a place near Lynn Regis, where I was thirty years ago, when my

My little book on Mary Lamb just out—will send you a copy in a day or two.

ferry boats & enjoy the beautiful broad river & the sky & the throngs of people as of old—you are in my

—I cannot help grieving over public affairs too—never in my lifetime has old England been in such a bad

I could not get my article into any of the magazines I most wished.

was interested also in a little paragraph I found about Pullman town, near Chicago, which confirmed my

My dear Walt: I duly got your letter of May 5th and was very glad to hear from you.

Part of it is about my coming upon the Times —a sort of hankering treatment of the subject, but no offer

, which of course he couldn't well make, not knowing exactly how useful or available my talent would

Give my loving remembrance to all, especially your mother.

reading it—suddenly remembered your birthday—that it was past & I had not written one word—not just put my

I was then (when I should have written—middle of May just preparing & starting on my journey to the north—first

I enjoyed everything—the being with Norah (who is like one of my own) & the dearest jolliest little man

wonderful colours & sweet odors of the sea—everything is best except the keenness of the wind which made my

FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How

O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!

Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading; Forty years as a pageant—till unawares, the Lady

I do not press my finger across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and

Amelioration is my lesson, he says with calm voice, and progress is my lesson and the lesson of all things

I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my

own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.

What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for

Ken recommended that in preparation for my work I read the chapter of Guidelines for Electronic Text

imagining "gentle" to mean gradual and pleasant, as in "a gentle slope," so I pictured myself easing my

Though I found the "gentle introduction" daunting and more often blunt than gentle, by working my way

My experiences since those first days have only reinforced my initial impressions; as I've worked at

Perhaps a portion of my frustrations (and also insights) are the result of Ken's somewhat fortuitous

W. saw a copy of Unity in my hand. "What have you got there?"

I spoke of the absence of sun from this room—my regret that it was so.

He feels so well just now, he accepts my confidence.

And he added, "my sister-in-law was here today.

W. then: "Well—Baptist: it is the same thing for my purposes.

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Thought [Of closing up my songs by these]

Sir: I am sorry to say that it hardly seems to me to belong to my official duty to attempt an answer

you find in the Territory—but fear that it is hardly practicable to remedy it by the transmission of my

Tenn. dated the 8th inst. in relation to his claim for bounty, with your endorsement thereon, asking my

I hope, therefore, that you will excuse me from undertaking a service beyond my official duty.

After my distinct personal announcement to you that such delinquencies must not be repeated, this conduct

to take this step until the present moment, in the hope that your course would enable me to gratify my

Upon a careful consideration of this opinion, I adhere to the position expressed in my letter to you

course by which it can be set at rest, & this is, by instituting prosecution, as I have advised in my

with me, I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has be- come become not yours only, nor left my

body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,