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Search : William White
Work title : The Artillerymans Vision

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The Artilleryman's Vision.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

of the rifle-balls, I see the shells exploding leaving small white clouds, I hear the great shells shrieking

The Artilleryman's Vision.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

of the rifle-balls, I see the shells exploding leaving small white clouds, I hear the great shells shrieking

The Artilleryman's Vision.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

of the rifle balls; I see the shells exploding, leaving small white clouds— I hear the great shells shieking

The Veteran's Vision

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

of the rifle balls; I see the shells exploding, leaving small white clouds— I hear the great shells shrieking

Cluster: Drum-Taps. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

buckle the straps carefully, Outdoors arming, indoors arming, the flash of the musket-barrels, The white

Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man

WHO are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare

and still in the coffin—I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the

Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

Cluster: Drum-Taps. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

buckle the straps carefully, Outdoors arming, indoors arming, the flash of the musket-barrels, The white

Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man

WHO are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare

and still in the coffin—I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the

Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

Cluster: Drum-Taps. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

emerge on the opposite bank—others are just entering the ford—while, Scarlet, and blue, and snowy white

the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio, with all its cities and farms, Sickly white

Then to the third—a face nor child, nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man

and still, in the coffin —I draw near; I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in

Leaves of Grass (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

spread your white sails, my little bark, athwart the imperious waves!

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue. Behold a woman!

Let the white person again tread the black person under his heel! (Say!

ah my woolly white and crim- son crimson ! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

Leaves of Grass (1867)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

pass up or down, white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!

What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Loud! loud! loud!

Let the white person tread the black person under his heel! (Say!

We, loose winrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See!

Leaves of Grass (1881–1882)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the

pass up or down, white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!

What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Loud! loud! loud!

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

Sister of loftiest gods, Alboni's self I hear.) 4 I hear those odes, symphonies, operas, I hear in the William

Leaves of Grass (1891–1892)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

pass up or down, white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!

What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Loud! loud! loud!

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

Sister of loftiest gods, Alboni's self I hear.) 4 I hear those odes, symphonies, operas, I hear in the William

In calculating that decision, William O'Connor and Dr. Bucke are far more peremptory than I am.

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