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My life, 358 96 Birth of Alexander the Great. Small show, 356 PERIOD VIII.
leafhandwrittenprinted; Clipping, with handwritten revisions, of a passage from A Backward Glance on My
This passage was incorporated into My Book and I, which was first published in the January 1887 issue
It is unclear whether this manuscript was created in the processes that produced My Book and I or if
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
(I bequeath them to you, my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)
To rise thither with my inebriate Soul! To be lost, if it must be so!
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
(I bequeath them to you, my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)
To rise thither with my inebriate Soul! To be lost, if it must be so!
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
(I bequeath them to you my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)
To rise thither with my inebriate soul! To be lost if it must be so!
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
(I bequeath them to you my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)
To rise thither with my inebriate soul! To be lost if it must be so!
ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architec-
ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architec-
ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture
ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture
.; Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891). Transcription not currently available.
Weep not, child, Weep not, my darling, With these kisses let me remove your tears, The ravening clouds
Something there is, (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper, I give thee the first suggestion,
Weep not, child, Weep not, my darling, With these kisses let me remove your tears, The ravening clouds
Something there is, (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper, I give thee the first suggestion,
My life and recitative, containing birth, youth, mid-age years, Fitful as motley-tongues of flame, inseparably
twined and merged in one—combining all, My single soul—aims, confirmations, failures, joys—Nor single
soul alone, I chant my nation's crucial stage, (America's, haply humanity's) —the trial great, the victory
common bulk, the general average horde, (the best no sooner than the worst)—And now I chant old age, (My
snow-white hairs the same, and give to pulses winter- cool'd the same;) As here in careless trill, I and my
The poem first appeared in Good-Bye My Fancy in 1891.
, a poem first published in Good-Bye My Fancy in 1891. On, on the Same, ye Jocund Twain, Manuscript
(first published in 1891), My task (published as part of L. of G.'s Purport in 1891), L. of G.'
s Purport (only the first two lines of the poem of the same title published in 1891), Death dogs my steps
s Purport (only two lines of the twelve-line poem of the same title first published in 1891), My task
poems published as the cluster "Old Age Echoes" in Lippincott's Magazine were reprinted in Good-bye My
Critic (titled Shakspere for America) on September 27, 1890, and then included in Whitman's Good-Bye My
Far back, related on my mother's side, Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died; (Had been a sailor
—these his the last words—when Jenny came, he sat there dead; Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my
Far back, related on my mother's side, Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died: (Had been a sailor
destination"—these the last words— when Jenny came, he sat there dead, Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my
"It used to be the delight of my life to ride on a stage coach," said he.
There was my friend Jack Finley.
Oh, yes, I was answering your question as to how I spent my time. Well, it is very monotonous.
Review in November 1890 and later reprinted in the Pall Mall Gazette (17 November 1890) and in Good-Bye My
Man's Rejoinder, first published in the Critic 17 (16 August 1890) before being reprinted in Good-Bye My
reciting (published as Old Chants in 1891), Grand is the seen (first published in 1891), Death dogs my
Cassius Clay Henry Shaw of St Louis Y et m M y 71st year has arrived and this arrives: the fifteen is my
Old Chants first appeared in Truth (19 March 1891), and was reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Transcribed from a digital image of a micfrofilm copy of an original
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
Echoes cluster, first published in Lippincott's Magazine 47 (March 1891) and then reprinted in Good-bye My
The writing on the verso (not in Whitman's hand) makes reference to Good-Bye My Fancy and to Sounds of
My days will get me over the bridge if I never see it!"
Just when all seems lost, he is redeemed by the miracle of a touch: "He ahold of my hand has completely
Terrible Doubt" echoes the philosophy of other "Calamus" poems, perhaps most closely "Scented Herbage of My
knows, aught of them;) May-be seeming to me what they are, (as doubtless they indeed but seem,) as from my
from entirely changed points of view; —To me, these, and the like of these, are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends; When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the
appearances, or that of identity beyond the grave; But I walk or sit indifferent—I am satisfied, He ahold of my
knows, aught of them;) May-be seeming to me what they are, (as doubtless they indeed but seem,) as from my
changed points of view; —To me, these, and the like of these, are curiously an- swer'd answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends; When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the
appearances, or that of identity beyond the grave; But I walk or sit indifferent—I am satisfied, He ahold of my
knows, aught of them,) May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem) as from my
, from entirely changed points of view; To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends, When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the
appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my
knows, aught of them,) May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem) as from my
, from entirely changed points of view; To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends, When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the
appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my
These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet, For them thy faith, thy rule I take, and grave it to
giving others the same chances and rights as myself— As if it were not indis‑ indispensable pensable to my
of my adherence
And still more strikingly Othello says: "Every puny whipster gets my sword: for why should honor outlive
in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied; And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my
in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied, And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my
in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied, And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my
red1888poetryhandwrittenprinted1 leaf; Handwritten notes and corrections on a printed copy of the poem O Captain
My Captain!
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely
O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! O ample and grand Presidentiads!
(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men- aces menaces me—it will not support me: O future too
Dim smitten star, Orb not of France alone, pale symbol of my soul, its dearest hopes, The struggle and
Dim smitten star, Orb not of France alone, pale symbol of my soul, its dearest hopes, The struggle and
my South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
, Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands or through
, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine, O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blos- soming blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my
my South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
, Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands or through
, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine, O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blos- soming blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my