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

I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the scaffold in Virginia; (I was at hand—silent

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

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

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

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

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

and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white

and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, 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 I call to you my love!

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!

thy varied strange suggestions, (I see and plainly list thy talk and conference here,) Thy troops of white-maned

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

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

3 In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac bush,

wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprising; 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

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

Growing among black folks as among white; Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same,

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 fast

I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the run- away runaway sun; I effuse my flesh in eddies, and

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

means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and nar- row narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white

of their mothers' laps; And here you are the mothers' laps; This grass is very dark to be from the white

The young men float on their backs—their white bel- lies bellies bulge to the sun—they do not ask who

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

side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day, And leaves for me baskets covered 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 fast

I believe in those winged purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider

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

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

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

O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—And then the women gone, Sinking there, while

O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—And then the women gone, Sinking there, while

A huge sob—a few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—and then the women gone, Sinking there while the

A huge sob—a few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—and then the women gone, Sinking there while the

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

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

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

In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand, Tears

In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand, Tears

notice the arriv- ing arriving ships, Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me, Saw the white

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

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

venerable and innocent joys, Perennial hardy life of me with joys 'mid rain and many a summer sun, And the white

venerable and innocent joys, Perennial hardy life of me with joys 'mid rain and many a summer sun, And the white

Behold, the sea itself, And on its limitless, heaving breast, the ships; See, where their white sails

Behold, the sea itself, And on its limitless, heaving breast, the ships; See, where their white sails

those 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you. 4 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

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

you. 4 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

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