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William White, in his edition of Whitman's Daybooks and Notebooks (New York: New York University Press

noted a relationship between rough drafts of poems in this notebook (called An Early Notebook in White's

disposition of the notebook and that both of these also differ from the ordering in the transcription of William

White, Daybooks and Notebooks (New York: New York University Press, 1978), 3:777–803.

the notebook and that both of these also differ from the ordering in the transcription of William White

deliciously aching, / Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous . . . . quivering jelly of love . . . white

.00048Autobiographical DataBetween 1848 and 1856prosepoetry10 leaveshandwritten; Photostats, made for William

declares, "I am the mashed fireman with breastbone broken" and describes his rescue by "comrades" with "white

Winter of 1840, went to white stone, and was there till next spring.— Went to New York in May 1841, and

, Duke of Normandy.— The crown had been left William by Edward the Confessor.— Pope in favor of William

William entered England, fought Harold, defeated him, and gained the crown.

William the Conqueror 1087 William Rufus, son " 1100 Henry I.

cottonwood—mulberry— chickadee—large brown water-dog— —black-snake—garter snake— —vinegar-plums—persimmon— — wh white-blossom

place with a pistol and killed himself, and I came that way and stumbled upon him locust, birch with white

reckon think mind less you very are a good manure —but that I do not smell— —I smell the your beautiful white

and "And as to you corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, / I smell the white

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

.— wood-duck on my distan le around. purposes, nd white playing within me the tufted crown intentional

I believe in those winged purposes, / And acknowledge the red yellow and white playing within me, / And

Jove's trick on Europa refers to the myth in which Zeus disguised himself as a tame, white-colored bull

.; Jove's trick on Europa refers to the myth in which Zeus disguised himself as a tame, white-colored

1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, eventually titled "There Was a Child Went Forth": "And grass, and white

and red morningglories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird, / ... / And the appletrees

]about 1855poetryhandwritten1 leaf4.5 x 14.5 cm; These lines, appearing on a very small section of white

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

Are you not from the white blanched heads of the old mothers of mothers?

shirt collar flat and broad, countenance of swarthy transparent red, beard short and well mottled with white

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

White and beautiful are the faces around me…the heads are bared of their fire-caps.

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

William Wycherley (1641-1716) was an English playwright whose plays juxtaposed deep-seated Puritanism

In 1841 Macaulay offered a scathing assessment of William Wycherley's work. Leaves of Grass

western persimmon—over the long-leaved corn—over the deli- cate delicate blue-flowered flax, Over the white

red shirt—the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie, exhausted but not so unhappy, White

I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing.

Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding

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

The sun just shines on her old white head. Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen.

simplicity of his nature are revealed in the following incident: "In the middle of the room in its white

William Makepeace Thackeray (1811–1863), English novelist, best known for his satirical novel Vanity

Harold Williams. Vol. III. London: Oxford UP, 1963. 102-105.

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

I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.

I see his white body . . . .

white- blow white-blow and delirious juice, Bridegroom-night of love working surely and softly into the

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morningglories, 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!

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

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

William Good, Antwerp. ☞ Any communication by mail, for the author of Leaves of Grass, can be directed

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!

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!

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!

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

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.

sleeps at my side all night and close on 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 swell to the sun . . . . they do not ask who

I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.

spring gushing out from under the roots of an old tree barn‑yard, pond, yellow g j agged bank with white

William White described the pages as "torn from a tall notebook" (Daybooks and Notebooks [New York: New

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

Shade —An twenty-five old men old man with rapid gestures—eyes black and flashing like lightning—long white

William White described the pages as "torn from a tall notebook" (Daybooks and Notebooks [New York: New

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

William White described the pages as "torn from a tall notebook" (Daybooks and Notebooks [New York: New

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

we had conquered— The captain on the quarter-deck, coldly giving his orders through a countenance white

Near by, the corpse of the child that served in the cabin, The dead face of an old salt, with long white

Later in the manuscript he writes of "the buckwheat and its white tops and the bees that hum there all

day," and on page 36 of the 1855 Leaves he writes of the "white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and a

woods and all the orchards—the corn, with its ear and stalk s and tassel —the buckwheat with its sweet white

western persimmon. . . . over the longleaved corn and the delicate blue-flowered flax; / Over the white

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers.

Then he is "Pleased with primitive tunes of the choir of the white- washed white-washed church," And

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

gave him not one inch, but held on and night near the helpless fogged wreck, over leaf How the lank white

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

Painless after all I lie, exhausted but not so un- happy unhappy , White and beautiful are the faces

soiree, I heard what the singers were singing so long, Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white

She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch of the farmhouse, The sun just shines on her old white

, of original grandeur and elegance of design, with the masses of gay colour, the preponderance of white

and sunny temperament, a sight to draw near and look upon with her large figure, her profuse snow-white

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 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.

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

White and beautiful are the faces around me…the heads are bared of their fire- caps firecaps — The kneeling

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

She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch of the farm house— The sun just shines on her old white

fruitstand . . . . . . the beef on the butcher's stall, The bread and cakes in the bakery . . . . . . the white

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy

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

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

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

William Edmondstoune Aytoun (1813-1865) was an influential Scottish poet famed for his parodies and light

conquered, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his or- ders orders through a countenance white

, Near by the corpse of the child that served in the cabin, The dead face of an old salt with long white

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

ly unearthly cry, Its veins down the neck distend…its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites