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William White's 1969 bibliography of Whitman's journalism largely replicates this decision.

Reconstructing Whitman's Desk at the Brooklyn Daily Times Walt Whitman Quarterly Review 2015 33 1 21–50 White

, William Walt Whitman's Journalism: A Bibliography Detroit, MI Wayne State University Press 1969 Written

anti-slavery politics inclined toward free-soilism, an ideology focused on the economic rights of independent white

The Maclay Bill was backed by the Whig governor of New York, William Seward, who sought to use the debate

inter-party fight fit loosely with Whitman's loco-foco inclinations, which, following the model of William

" and twenty-four other works in the magazine, as well as Edgar Allan Poe, James Fenimore Cooper, William

, included Whitman's "Bervance; or, Father and Son," as well as works by John Greenleaf Whittier, William

The account begins with the following: "I am a white man by education and an Indian by birth.

, "Addenda to Whitman's Short Stories," 221–222; White, "Two Citations" 36–37; White, "Whitman as Short

White, William. "Addenda to Whitman's Short Stories."

The editors published works by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry

Goldsmith) mentioned "Death in the School-Room" in William Shepard Walsh's edited collection Pen Pictures

article, which focuses primarily on Whitman's life and writing in the late 1850s and early 1860s, see William

See the letter from Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy of August 5, 1886 .

The editors published works by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry

The editors published works by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry

The editors published works by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry

The editors published works by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry

The editors published works by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry

The editors published works by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry

Williams (Washington, DC: CQ Press, 2010), 1862.

The editors published works by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry

The editors published works by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry

In that it features a group of white settlers banding against a Native American character, this early

John Sartain and William Sloanaker bought the magazine in late 1848 and moved it to Philadelphia.

Thereafter it printed works by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Edgar Allan Poe, and William Cullen Bryant

Neale, Narrative of the Mutiny at Nore (London: William Tegg, 1861).

An article in The Sunday Times printed on March 30, 1851, stated that Whitman and William J.

The man describes himself as "white by education and Indian by birth."

These versions are described in William G.

Wisdom" as Captain William A.

For a more complete history of William Wisdom and his presidency of the New York Washingtonians, see

The dream vision of a great homogenous (white) nation coming together twenty years in the future, in

These versions are described in William G. Lulloff, " Franklin Evans; or The Inebriate ," in J. R.

Lulloff, William G. "Franklin Evans (1842)." In Walt Whitman: An Encyclopedia , 234–236. M. W. H.

Williamson (1823–1867) and William Burns (1818–1850) founded the Sunday Dispatch in 1846 as a weekly

Williamson and William Burns were arrested sometime before December 11, 1849 as part of a libel suit

connected with the early settlers, and with the several tribes of Indians who lived in it before the whites

After a time, some of the white-aproned subordinates of the place came to him, roughly broke his slumbers

ambiguous meaning, used in the eighteenth- and nineteenth-century U.S. to refer to descendants of both white

ambiguous meaning, used in the eighteenth- and nineteenth-century U.S. to refer to descendants of both white

What, and who was that white figure there? "Forbear! In Jehovah's name forbear!"

Leaning far out of an upper window, appeared a white-draperied shape, its face possessed of a wonderful

The first, titled "The White Dove.—( A Hymn for Children )," is attributed to Fredrika Bremer.

The first, titled "The White Dove.—(A Hymn for Children)," is attributed to Fredrika Bremer.

Bibliography Jerome Loving Walt Whitman: The Song of Himself Berkeley University of California Press 1999 William

founded by Alexander Hamilton in 1801 and was edited by abolitionist, poet, and Democratic partisan William

My old pilot friends, the Balsirs, Johnny Cole, Ira Smith, William White, and my young ferry friend,

—everything so white, so marbly pure and dazzling, yet soft—the White House of future poems, and of dreams

One Delaware soldier, William H.

Williams, aged 21, 3d Virginia cavalry.

White, however, is the prevailing color.

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.

imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine, Where joyous full of faith, spreading white

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

man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person, The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white

swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow

Examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript

sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white

BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes, This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck, My brown

signs, I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad, I would sing how an old man, tall, with white

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

shadows, Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights after their sorts, The white

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

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

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

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!

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

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

some are such beautiful animals, so lofty looking; Some are buff-color'd, some mottled, one has a white

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

the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white

And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of

The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes

I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider

man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person, The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white

swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow

Examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript

sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white

BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes, This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck, My brown

and the bay of Biscay, The clear-sunn'd Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands, The White

bay to notice the vessels arriving, Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me, Saw the white

pennants, The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in their pilot- houses pilot-houses , The white

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

NOT alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, When as order'd forward, after a long march

imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine, Where joyous full of faith, spreading white

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

where men have not yet sail'd, the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes, White

tree tops, Below, the red cedar festoon'd with tylandria, the pines and cypresses growing out of the white

wind, The camp of Georgia wagoners just after dark, the supper-fires and the cooking and eating by whites

My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the

of the grape, Welcome are lands of sugar and rice, Welcome the cotton-lands, welcome those of the white

, the falling in line, the rise and fall of the arms forcing the water, The slender, spasmic, blue-white

murderer with haggard face and pinion'd arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipp'd