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1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, eventually titled "There Was a Child Went Forth": "And grass, and white

and red morningglories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird, / ... / And the appletrees

cottonwood—mulberry— chickadee—large brown water-dog— —black-snake—garter snake— —vinegar-plums—persimmon— — wh white-blossom

place with a pistol and killed himself, and I came that way and stumbled upon him locust, birch with white

reckon think mind less you very are a good manure —but that I do not smell— —I smell the your beautiful white

and "And as to you corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, / I smell the white

Onward, on, Circling, circling, moving roundward & onward As our hands we grasp for the Union all Red, white

, blue to eastward , western westward Red, white, blue, to the sou northern , southern with the breezes

every syllable the flounderer spoke, up to his hips in the snow, and blinded by the cutting sharp white

crystals making that made the air densely one opaque white.

on the old Hills homestead at West Hills—which was inherited by his son, His wife was Phebe Sarah White

— Sarah White born about 1713 " died " 180 1 see next page—bottom Jesse Whitman, born Jan. 29, 1749 died

—Lived in Classon from May 1st '56, '7 '8 '9 Lived in Portland av. from May 1st '59 '60 '61 Sarah White

life car is drawn on its slip‑noose At dinner on a dish of huckleberries, or rye bread and a round white

.— wood-duck on my distan le around. purposes, nd white playing within me the tufted crown intentional

I believe in those winged purposes, / And acknowledge the red yellow and white playing within me, / And

deliciously aching, / Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous . . . . quivering jelly of love . . . white

but all through the land The names of the flowers. lilacs roses early lilies the colors, purple & white

fresh'd refresh'd by the storm, I watch'd with joy the threatening maws of the waves, I mark'd the white

woods and all the orchards—the corn, with its ear and stalk s and tassel —the buckwheat with its sweet white

western persimmon. . . . over the longleaved corn and the delicate blue-flowered flax; / Over the white

of me Heave the anchor short, Raise main-sail and jib—steer forth, for aye O little white-hull'd sloop

spring gushing out from under the roots of an old tree barn‑yard, pond, yellow g j agged bank with white

.— Methinks, white‑winged angels, Floating unseen the while, Hover around this village green, And pleasantly

hastening waves from afar, smaller on larger, And the far billows reaching up, with their prying looks and white

night I wend thy surf‑beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, Thy troops of white‑maned

spasmic geyser‑loops ascending to the skies, ap- pearing appearing and disappearing, Nor Oregon's white

the "tooth of delight" and "tooth prong") may relate to the following passage in the same poem: "The white

—he was called "Doctor"; wore a white cravat; was deaf, tall, apparently rheumatic, and slept most of

Are you not from the white blanched heads of the old mothers of mothers?

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

John Williams & Mary Woolley Cold Spring, LI parents of Amy Williams mother's mother They (Capt.

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

—And many 2 a time again approached he to the coffin, and held up the white linen, and gazed and gazed

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

Walt Whitman sent to pub. in Herald early in Feb. '88 For Francis Howard Williams | May 1896 | Traubel

Whitman transcribed part of William Collins's "Ode on the Passions" on the back of this leaf. of these

On the back of this manuscript is an undated letter to Whitman from Talcott Williams.

The poem was written in response to an engraving by William J.

—Her father was Major Van Velsor, and her mother's name Naomi Williams.— Capt.

Williams had his wife, her parents, fine old couple, exceedingly generous— I remember them both (my mother's

—Her mother 's (my great grandmother's) maiden name was Mary Woolley, and her father Capt: Williams,

.— All white working men, South as well as north are or ought to be against them; for the establishment

from the ancles ankles legs of the slave,—if his breast then feel no more the blood whether black or white

seize with violence on what our laws only know, until duly advised different, as peaceful Americans, white

wretched countrymen of mine, born and bred on American soil, his father or grandfather very likely a white