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stopping now and then in the silence, Alone I had thought—yet soon a troop gathers around me, Some walk by my
side, and some behind, and some em- brace embrace my arms or neck, They, the spirits of dear friends
lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida
from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve, I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I my
and then in the silence, Alone I had thought—yet soon a silent troop gathers around me, Some walk by my
side, and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck, They, the spirits of friends, dead or alive—thicker
lilac, with a branch of pine, Here out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida
from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve, I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I my
now and then in the silence, Alone I had thought, yet soon a troop gathers around me, Some walk by my
side and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck, They the spirits of dear friends dead or alive
something for tokens, tossing toward whoever is near me, Here, lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my
now and then in the silence, Alone I had thought, yet soon a troop gathers around me, Some walk by my
side and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck, They the spirits of dear friends dead or alive
something for tokens, tossing toward whoever is near me, Here, lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my
"Some walk by my side" as equals, "some behind" as followers, "and some embrace my arms or neck" as lovers
the still woods I loved; I will not go now on the pastures to walk; I will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea; I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh, to renew me
and meat; I do not see any of it upon you to-day—or perhaps I am deceiv'd; I will run a furrow with my
plough—I will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up under- neath underneath ; I am sure I shall
transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my
the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv'd, I will run a furrow with my plough,
I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the
transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my
the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv'd, I will run a furrow with my plough,
I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the
transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my
the still woods I loved; I will not go now on the pastures to walk; I will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea; I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh, to renew me
I do not see any of it upon you to-day—or perhaps I am deceiv'd; I will run a furrow with my plough—I
will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up under- neath underneath ; I am sure I shall expose
transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my
"I've been taken and taken beyond count," he said, "taken from every side—even from my blind side."
distributed by various photographers and by Whitman himself, had made him something of a celebrity: "my
Other identifications came from my examination of Whitman's notebooks, correspondence, daybooks, and
round on my neck") as it looked at the world; his catalogues brought reality hurtling into poetry with
the risks of inclusiveness: "What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me,/ Me going in for my
leaf; A draft entitled This Journey (the manuscript suggests Whitman was also considering the title My
; And it seems to me if I could know those men, I should become attached to them, as I do to men in my
dialects, And it seems to me if I could know those men I should become attached to them as I do to men in my
; And it seems to me if I could know those men, I should become attached to them, as I do to men in my
dialects, And it seems to me if I could know those men I should become attached to them as I do to men in my
Walt Whitman Esq Dear Sir I will Sell My Lot on Royden St—for $450—all clear of incumbrance.
I enjoyed my visit so much I would to go to Camden often.
Governor will be our next President. if the Democrats get up a muss I am ready to sholder shoulder my
Give my respects to Frank Post Please accept my sincere thanks for the present you sent me.
My Dear Friend Walter I now take my pen to Write you a few lines to let you know that I am Well and I
opens We Will have enof to do I think that this summer is agoing to settil this War I am Willing to do my
The book reached me this morning, and has taken its place among the volumes that stand within my reach
I noted the French Review—fain would I have read it, but alas I can only read my own tongue.
meaning of much I see in other tongues, but alas though I often call up spirit alas—comes to aid me at my
of real Kinship between your two natures I felt sorry to find you had not fully grasped the hand of my
I find in my travels and talks with men, many of their poor hard toiling souls to whom his Poems are
least try. we are far apart that is true. yet even here something I might do as a manifestation of my
criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains 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
Thy recognition of my loss goes to my heart.
My parcel and its contents will speak to thee more then I can write thee.
I gaze on the Sea while I eat my food and think of thee in the of summer I gaze on the sea, and in the
eldest Lad is now in Japan is second voyage to Celina and yet only 16 years old—my youngest is also
He I hope someday will visit your Land. my two lads I would like to see settled there on Land, only I
I would fain make my own Copy complete to the present times, so would thank you for a line giving me
But why need I ask when I see now before my minds eye several passages in your Poems that answer all
appeared to you, and if it was to you the truth it seems to have been to me in thus sending to you, as my
comrades men and women such as you sing in your Poems. there again you see I find fresh spirit for my
I.E. by being sold in what is termed the "remainder sale" of course my own feeling respecting this is
silent, and while at oxford I wandered through the Marketplace (for I love to mingle with all kinds of my
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
editorial decisions, which included editing potentially objectionable content and removing entire poems: "My
Whitman, late in life, said to Horace Traubel: "[I] take my Ruskin with some qualifications."
highly esteem though I do not endorse or hold by all they teach two of the Books are connected with my
much mistaken in your love of Books, interspersed with fine stanzas of oriental Poetry, altogether in my
Phil Pa Sept 15 89 My Dear Walt Whitman I met with a dreadful accident several weeks ago, and so could
money is in Drexels Bank, and as soon as I can go to town I will have it sent to you—I write this with my
left hand as my right arm is useless. $50. 00 of the money is from Henry Irving and $25. from Bram Stoker
My old friend— I have been away from home a great deal and have not had time to come over when at home
Dec r /90 Professor Walt Whitman— Camden New Jersey Dear Sir, I thought the enclosed cutting out of my
Walt Whitman, Dear Sir:— Since the completion of my late work on "Nests & Eggs of Birds of the U.S.,"
Anything else that you would like to appear, will be given a place, if you will call my attention thereto
My Dear Sir, Last February, from Hong Kong, I sent you a line or two regarding an original edition of
But I, with silent Tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!
"O Captain! My Captain!"
For more information on the poem, see Gregory Eiselein, "'O Captain! My Captain!'
this note as a bad job, though I hope , in your kindliness of heart, you may see your way to grant my
walk with God in the dark, Than go alone in the light; I would rather walk with him by faith Than pick my
"After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars; After the clangor
of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true" Thomas
Louis, August 20th 1868 Dear Brother George I must beg pardon for my seeming delay abt sending the enclosed
stands it like a good fellow—dont grumble a bit I hope you have been occasioned no inconvenience by my
write me occasionly and I often wonder why Mr Lane or McNamee does not write me—certainly they are in my
—[these] are the two questions that are in my mind just now— Mattie has a bad cough and I have had several
I do not think it worth while to risk everything in trying to "stick" it out in a bad bargain— Give my
Milwaukee, Dec. 23 1888 My dear Jessie A Merry Christmas to you— I enclose a little momento as I could
Louis, Mo., Jan. 26th, 1888 My dear Jessie My darling girl , I enclose you a check for $50, hoping it
before you leave Burlington I got home from Ark yesterday, after a pretty hard time—I had to abandon my
I suppose I shall be gone about a week Mr Smith of Leavenworth was at my office on Monday last and came
to—No I must make the best of what is wanted now—I presume I shall have lots of time after awhile— Well my
place—and if he does I would like to have you go Nothing new with me—I am feeling fairly well—except I have my
look—We would like to pop in on you some evening—what a jolly time we would all have would we not Give my
Walt Whitman after she added this postscript: "Write to poor Mat Walter dear i am about as usual my
—Mat has worried about my not giving it to you ever since we came away—you must thank her for it not
Louis, Mar 18th 1870 My Dear Mother Mattie arrived all right on Wednesday abt about 3 ocl —in the afternoon—We
Louis, August 23rd 1868 My dear Mother, Having a half hour to spare I thought I could not better employ
yet—I was glad that the draft came all right—and by the way is that car stable yet on the lots opposite my
"My Acquaintance with Planchette," Lippincott's Magazine, 1 (1868), 217-18.
Louis— Apl 24th 1873 My dear Mother— Your letter was handed me just as I was leaving the city to go to
My health, and that of the Children continues first-rate we get along nicely at Mrs Bulkley['s] and
I am ashamed that I have not been more thoughtful in this respect—but what with Mat's sickness and my
Louis, Monday Feb 24th 1873 My dear dear Mother Since Matties death I could not write you before—there
she was cheerful to a degree and at noon of the day she died sat up in her chair and directed how my
and then took my horse and buggy arriving at the house abt 3ck—I found Mattie dressed—furs &c on—sitting
awaiting me—I took her in my arms and carried her out to the buggy as I sat her in—she said "wait now
'till I fix my dress"—these were the last words she spok—She then fell over on her side I immediately
agrees with her— We have had this horse disease here —but not as bad as you have had it East I guess—my
Louis March 26th 73 My dear Mother I received your latest letter—I was glad indeed to hear from you—yet
acknowledged on March 13 that "the principal trouble is yet in the head, & so easily getting fatigued—my
whole body feels heavy, & sometimes my hand" (Edwin Haviland Miller, ed., The Correspondence [New York
Louis, Oct 5th 1872 My dear Mother Mattie has returned from St.
Louis, Feb 7th 1873 My dear Mother I wrote you a few days ago apprising you as to Mattie's health I
As soon as the places heal up a little I hope she will be comfortable—yet my dear Mother it is no use
tell you that for the first time she cannot restrain groaning—I do not know whether the Dr will like my
My own horse is sick but not very bad—yet bad enough to make me feel mighty sorry for him—I hav'nt had
The first of her letters closes in an unusually intimate way: "it is my bed hour.
cry" yesterday in reading of how you had to get along, and I myself could hardly keep the water from my
Hart, a captain and acting assistant adjutant general in Company K of the Eighty-eighth New York Volunteers
My old friend Bill DeBevoise is home sick with " weakness " I suppose you might call it.
My friend J. W.
Mason, (used to be in my party on the Water Works) was in Brooklyn on Saturday He was then on his way
Would'nt it be good if he was home just now to build my "house" I should like much to have it done by
All send their love to you and receive my best wishes for your health and success I remain as ever your
Sims, a captain in George's Fifty-first New York Volunteer Regiment, had been the subject in part of
letter to his mother on December 16, 1862: "I have come out safe and sound, although I had the side of my
jaw slightly scraped with a peice of shell which burst at my feet."
have any trouble—she would take a car in Philadelphia that comes to within abt a mile and a half of my