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My letters to Mr. Courtney of the 2d and 21st of November last are hereto annexed, marked A and B .

The prosecutions referred to in my letters were for frauds upon Internal Revenue, as I then understood

Upon my inquiring whether he was expecting to obtain the consent of these accusers to the submission

Attorney Courtney— and these, and these alone, were the reasons for my direction of the suspension or

Eckel, and until my examination of the case, and my final directions thereupon, that the indictment in

Schley having my entire confidence, as well as your own, I concur in your suggestion that they be employed

such directions respecting the proceedings allowed to as I may deem expedient, or to express to you my

I regard the subject of your letter, and the request for my advice and direction in the premises, as

entries of certain lands at East Laginaw, Mich., by Charles Rodd and Henry Peter, which has received my

Sir: I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of your letter of the 26th inst. requesting my opinion

McKeon, and return them herewith, with the endorsement of my opinion thereon.

If you approve a reversal of the judgment, it will be my pleasure to carry that desire into effect.

been both pertinent & important if I had occasion to dispose of the case of Davis as presented for my

By a perusal of my letter to Mr.

My dear Sir: In reply to your note of 12th inst., desiring, as counsel for the Commercial Nav'g'n Co.

, an interview with me during my expected visit to New York, I beg to say that I shall be pleased to

Layard, " was the extent of my discoveries at Koyunjik.

No matter what length of time I spent in proving my case, I generally found my eloquence was expended

I had but time to throw up my right arm, when the avalanche descended.

I await my turn. In due time it comes.

My warriors fell around me. It began to look dismal. I saw my evil day at hand.

.— (He could say) I know well enough the perpetual myself in my poems—but it is because the universe

—What seek you do you want among my haughty and jealous democracies of the north?

woman, or my flesh and blood.

—There are my officers and my courts.—At the Capitol is my Legislature.

—It is foreign to my usages, as to my eyes and ears.—Go back to the power that sent you.

free cities, or my teeming country towns, or along my rivers, or sea shore.— 19 But why do I babble

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.

thousands, each one with his entry to himself; They are always watching with their little eyes, from my

head to my feet.

lift put the girder of the earth a globe the house away if it lay between me and whatever I wanted.— My

These words are for the five or six grand poets, too; and the masters of artists: — I waste no ink, nor my

receive you, and attach and clasp hands with you, / The facts are useful and real . . . . they are not my

Bibles i are divine revelations of God But I know say that any each leaf of grass and every hair of my

compiled composed is not august enough to dent endow answer tally a leaf of grass the partition of in my

. / I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women" (1855, p. 64).;

am that foolish half grown angry boy, fallen asleep, The tears of foolish passion yet undried upon my

204 My tongue must can never be content with pap harness from this after this, It c will not talk m in

My tongue can never be

harness," "traces," "the bit"—may relate to the extended metaphor developed in following lines: "Deluding my

bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my

draining strength or my anger, / Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them awhile, / Then all

Such boundless and affluent souls. . . . . . . bend your head in reverence, my man!

Henceforth After this day, A touch shall henceforth be small Little things is shall be are henceforth my

my tongue proof and argument It They shall tell s for me that people In them, the smallest least of

over all, and what we thought death is but life brought to a finer parturition.— An inch's contact My

The clearest relation is to the line: "A minute and a drop of me settle my brain" (1855, p. 33), but

to speed take me truly really on to deep waters Now, now to thy divinest venture (I will not call it my

Good bye My Fancy | Sail out for Good Etc | Page 7—Good Bye My Fancy This manuscript is a draft of "Sail

"; Good bye My Fancy | Sail out for Good Etc | Page 7—Good Bye My Fancy; Transcribed from digital images

"You have worked hard to-day, my son." "I've been mowing."

Feel of my hands." There were blisters on them like great lumps. Tears started in the widow's eyes.

I'd as leive lieve be in my grave as there." And the child burst into a passionate fit of weeping.

"There, my lads," he said to his companions, "there's a new recruit for you.

"I've no occasion; beside, it makes my head ache, and I have promised my mother not to drink any," was

I cannot, of course, convey to others that particular kind of influence, which is derived from my being

I must hardly expect, therefore, that to those who hear it through the medium of my pen, the narration

times which marked our American Revolution that the incidents occurred which are the foundation of my

Again I ask pardon for my rudeness. Let me now be shown to this chamber—this haunted chamber.

He came to my very bed-side; his small hand was raised, and almost touched my face.

The circumstances of my family were easy; I received a good education, was intended by my father for

The eldest was my favorite.

I kept a box of my own, and frequently attended, often giving my family permission also to be present

My blood curdled as I saw there an image of the form of my son—my cruelly treated Luke—but oh, how ghastly

I clapped my hands to my ears, to keep out the appalling sounds that seemed to freeze my very blood.

trifling suffusion spread over his face; "if you like, I'll put the saddle on Black Nell—she's here at my

I took my lamp, and went my way to my room.

I stopped and leaned my back against the fence, with my face turned toward the white marble stones a

; and answered, "My husband's."

She looked at me for a minute, as if in wonder at my perverseness; and then answered as before, "My husband's

my open hands and thought.

have of late frequently come to me times when I do not dread the grave—when I could lie down, and pass my

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 "

I was alone, the family of my host having gone on some visit to a neighbor.

Insensibly, my consciousness became less and less distinct; my head leaned back; my eyes closed; and

my senses relaxed from their waking vigilance.

The person to whom I spoke stared in my face surprisedly.

"Himself hung it around my neck," said the veteran.

And the gentle creature blushes at my protestations of love, and leans her cheek upon my neck.

"My brother, thus have I lived my life. Your look asks me if I have been happy.

"My brother, a maiden's tears washed my stern resolves away.

Various fortune followed my path.

But I can lay my hand upon my heart, and thank the Great Master, that the sunshine has been far oftener

What is yours, my brother?" "Behold!" answered the Spirit.

In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass , Whitman included the lines: "Who learns my lesson complete?

My Lesson Have you learned my lesson complete: It is well—it is but the gate to a larger lesson—and And

mother generations guided me, / My embryo has never been torpid . . . . nothing could overlay it; /

All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me, / Now I stand on this spot with my

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

. * shall uncage in my breast a thousand armed great winged broad‑ wide‑winged strengths and unknown

I want that untied tenor, clean and fresh as the Creation, whose vast pure volume floods my soul.

paces and powers, uncage in my heart a thousand new strengths, and unknown ardors and terrible —making

furious than hail hail and lightning. that leap lulling me drowsily with honeyed uncaging waking in my

likely relates to the following lines, from the poem that would be titled "Song of Myself": "I open 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

as two—as my soul and I; and I gu reckon it is the same with all oth men and women.— I know that my

trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists and go among the rough drivers and boatmen

I tell you just as beautiful to die; For I take my death with the dying And my birth with the new-born

lips, to the palms of my hands, and whatever my hands hold.

hands, and my head my head mocked with a prickly I am here after I remember crucifixion and bloody coronation

See particularly the following lines (from the 1891–2 edition): "O the old manhood of me, my noblest

/ My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, / My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of

the long stretch of my life" (145).

His blood My gore presently oozes from trickles down from a score of thinned with the plentiful sweat

salt ooze of my skin , And See how it as trickles down the black skin I slowly fall s on the reddened

Grier notes that a portion of this notebook (beginning "How spied the captain and sailors") describes

O my body, that gives me identity! O my organs !

Underfoot, the divine soil— Overhead, the sun.— Afford foothold to my poems, you Nourish my poems, Earth

In Poem The earth, that is my model of poems model ?

The body of a man, is my model—I do not reject what I find in my body—I am not ashamed—Why should I be

My Darling (Now I am maternal— a child bearer— bea have from my womb borne a child, and observe it For

though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death" (1855, p. 74).

man who claims or takes the power to own another man as his property, stabs me in that the heart of my

own The one scratches me a little on the cheek forehead , the other draws his murderous razor through my

t T hat black and huge lethargic mass, my sportsmen, dull and sleepy as it seems, has holds the lightning

eventually titled "Song of Myself": "Buying drafts of Osiris and Isis and Belus and Brahma and Adonai, / In my

/ Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sun-light expands my blood?

/ Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

blood—that if I walk with an arm of theirs around my neck, my soul leaps and laughs like a new-waked

—(Am I loved by them boundlessly because my love for them is more boundless?

truth, my sympathy, and my dignity.

You traitor to my dead father—robber of his children! I fear to think on what I think now!"

": "My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, / They rise together

these lines may relate to the following line in the poem ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "I take my

To the Poor— I have my place among you Is it nothing that I have preferred to be poor, rather than to

They will ask me of news about my brother: Let me not say, I left him weeping like a girl!"

"Tell them," rejoined the chief, "that I met my punishment as a hunter grasps the hand of one he loves

When I came hither, not many days since, I was near to death, even then—and my fate would have happened

monk when he could safely walk the distance of the village: "Though judging by the cool kindness of my

"Patience, my son!" said the holy father; "tomorrow I will myself accompany you thither.

"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.

Reprinted as "Interpolation Sounds" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

When reprinted in "Good-Bye My Fancy," the poem included the note, "General Sheridan was buried at the

Reprinted under the new title "To the Pending Year" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is

poems published as the cluster "Old Age Echoes" in Lippincott's Magazine were reprinted in Good-bye My

.; Reprinted as "Out from Behind This Mask: To confront My Portrait, illustrating 'the Wound-Dresser,

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of an original

My Canary Bird

mentions in a letter to Richard Maurice Bucke on February 16, 1888: "it is chilly here as I finish this—my

Queries to My Seventieth Year

Sea Captains, Young or Old

It was included without the note in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital