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AFTER the sea-ship, after the whistling winds, After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes

AFTER the sea-ship, after the whistling winds, After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes

have not yet sail'd—the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open, be- yond 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

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

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

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

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

Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my dead lips

Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my dead lips

BEHOLD this swarthy face, this unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon

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

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

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

For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your great

For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your great

Bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be; Here gape your great grand-sons—their wives

Bring down those tossed arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your smart grand-sons—their wives

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

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

murderer with haggard face and pinioned arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipped

the old response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white

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

Behold this swarthy and unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck

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

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

NOT alone our camps of white, O soldiers, When, as order'd forward, after a long march, Footsore and

The sum of all known reverence I add up in you, whoever you are; The President is there in the White

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it; (Did you think it was in the white or gray

the stumpy bars of pig-iron, the strong, clean-shaped T-rail for railroads; Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works

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

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

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

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

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

murderer with haggard face and pinioned arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipped

the old response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white

I see not merely that you are polite or white-faced, married, single, citizens of old States, citizens

The sum of all known reverence I add up in you, whoever you are, The President is there in the White

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it, Did you think it was in the white or gray

the stumpy bars of pig-iron, the strong clean-shaped T rail for railroads, Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works

where men have not yet sailed— the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes; White

tree-tops, Below, the red cedar, festooned 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

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

Remember what was promulged by the founders, rat- ified ratified by The States, signed in black and white

Or white-domed Capitol itself, with majestic figure sur- mounted surmounted —or all the old high-spired

Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted, or all the old high-spired cathedrals, That little

Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted, or all the old high-spired cathedrals, That little

Or white-domed Capitol itself, with magestic majestic figure sur- mounted surmounted —or all the old

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

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

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

in toward land; The great steady wind from west and west-by-south, Floating so buoyant, with milk-white

(A Reminiscence of 1864.) 1 WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, With your woolly-white

WORLD, take good notice, silver stars fading, Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching, Coals thirty-eight

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

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

For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your great

For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your great

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

Behold this swarthy and unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck

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

BEHOLD this swarthy face, this unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon

and out, Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe sum- mer summer , bears lightly along white

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

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

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

the old response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white

I see not merely that you are polite or white-faced, married, single, citizens of old States, citizens

The sum of all known reverence I add up in you, whoever you are, The President is there in the White

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it, Did you think it was in the white or gray

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