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Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my dead lips
In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand, Tears
and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white
piercing and pealing, Waves, air, midnight, their savagest trinity lashing, Out in the shadows there milk-white
wending, Steadily, slowly, through hoarse roar never remitting, Along the midnight edge by those milk-white
AFTER the sea-ship, after the whistling winds, After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes
For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your great
buckle the straps carefully, Outdoors arming, indoors arming, the flash of the musket-barrels, The white
setting in toward land, The great steady wind from west or west-by-south, Floating so buoyant with milk-white
, I was refresh'd by the storm, I watch'd with joy the threatening maws of the waves, I mark'd the white
Some emerge on the opposite bank, others are just entering the ford—while, Scarlet and blue and snowy white
now the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms, Sickly white
bleeding to death, (he is shot in the abdomen,) I stanch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white
Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man
of the rifle-balls, I see the shells exploding leaving small white clouds, I hear the great shells shrieking
WHO are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare
WORLD take good notice, silver stars fading, Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching, Coals thirty-eight
again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced
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!
surrounding cloud that will not free my soul. 3 In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd
wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen, Passing the apple-tree blows of white
I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them, And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them, I saw the debris
light-green sheath, Gather the hay to its myriad mows in the odorous tranquil barns, Oats to their bins, the white
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and
at sunset, the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of white
grave an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground, Her old white
cold ground with fore- head forehead between your knees, O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white
Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted, or all the old high-spired cathedrals, That little
some are such beautiful animals, so lofty looking; Some are buff-color'd, some mottled, one has a white
Sister of loftiest gods, Alboni's self I hear.) 4 I hear those odes, symphonies, operas, I hear in the William
The wretched features of ennuyés, the white features of corpses, the livid faces of drunkards, the sick-gray
and even to his head, he strikes out with courageous arms, he urges himself with his legs, I see his white
meas- ureless measureless love, and the son holds the father in his arms with measureless love, The white
hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter, The breath of the boy goes with the breath
A huge sob—a few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—and then the women gone, Sinking there while the
the unearthly cry, Its veins down the neck distend, its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites
Off the word I have spoken I except not one—red, white, black, are all deific, In each house is the ovum
soiree, I heard what the singers were singing so long, Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white
She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse, The sun just shines on her old white
The cactus guarded with thorns, the laurel-tree with large white flowers, The range afar, the richness
sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white
NOT alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, When as order'd forward, after a long march
golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun; The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white
spasmic geyser- loops geyserloops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing, Nor Oregon's white
thy varied strange suggestions, (I see and plainly list thy talk and conference here,) Thy troops of white-maned
Raise main-sail and jib—steer forth, O little white-hull'd sloop, now speed on really deep waters, (I
(My verses, written first for forenoon life, and for the summer's, autumn's spread, I pass to snow-white
is, Let it remain back there on its nail suspended, With pink, blue, yellow, all blanch'd, and the white
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
In calculating that decision, William O'Connor and Dr. Bucke are far more peremptory than I am.
In calculating that decision, William O'Connor and Dr. Bucke are far more peremptory than I am.
William F. Rean to Walt Whitman, 31 December 1890
Clearest sky I ever saw—norwest quite purple—Snow white on roofs and posts—Lake steaming, seething, cold-compressed—freezing—unusual
good oak fire—appetite, digestion, sleep &c might be much worse—cold—sun shining out to-day on the white
snow — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, 29 December 1890
Harry's parents, George and Susan Stafford, were tenant farmers at White Horse Farm near Kirkwood, New
Walt Whitman | see notes Jan 5, 1891 William Sloane Kennedy to Walt Whitman, 28 December 1890
Camden Sat: pm Dec: 27 '90 Snow storm two days—all white out—of course I am imprison'd—sent off four
Harry's parents, George and Susan Stafford, were tenant farmers at White Horse Farm near Kirkwood, New
As I write the sun is shining fitfully on the white-roofed houses & a few sparrows are pecking up the
William S. Ingram, DEALER IN TEA, COFFEE, SUGAR AND SPICES. 31 N. SECOND STREET.
William Ingram to Walt Whitman, 24 December 1890
Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, 23 December 1890
Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William Hawley Smith, 23 December 1890
Hearst William R. Hearst to Walt Whitman, 21 December 1890