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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
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.
In the dooryard fronting an old farmhouse near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing
Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or white come black, Home, or rivers and mountains
William Hurrell Mallock (1849-1923) was an English author.
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
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
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
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!
William Bell Scott , a name perhaps not very familiar to most of our readers, but which Mr.
William Bell Scott, British poet and artist, introduced Rossetti to the 1855 Leaves of Grass.
Selected and Edited by William Michael Rossetti One Vol., pp. 406. J.C. Hotten.
To William Michael Rossetti, as the selecter of these poems, we are not simply, in old-fashioned phrase
That immortal house, more than all the rows of dwellings ever built, Or white domed white-domed Capitol
William Wordsworth was reputedly fond of the lesser celandine and it inspired him to write three poems
William Cowper (1731-1800) was a popular English poet of his time.
the mass:— "All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it; Did you think it was in the white
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!
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
Democratic" poem of the 1860 edition of eventually titled "Our Old Feuillage," in which Whitman writes of "White
T bluey spoon-drift, like a white race-horse of brine, speeds before me This section bears some resemblance
The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset—the sun sh ining on the red white or brown gables
red, white or brown the ferry boat ever plying forever and ever over the river This passage was used
Let the white person tread the black person under his heel! (Say!
We, loose winrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See!
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and
you white or black owners of slaves! You owned persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood- drops!
pass up or down, white-sailed schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!
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
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!