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Search : William White
Work title : The World Below The Brine

12 results

Leaves of Grass (1867)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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!

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1867)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Cluster: Sea-Drift. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Winds blowsouth, 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

Leaves of Grass (1881–1882)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

The World Below the Brine.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Leaves of Grass (1860–1861)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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!

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1860)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

afar at sunset— the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, light falling on roofs and gables of white

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

Leaves of Grass 16

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

The World Below the Brine.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Leaves of Grass 4

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Leaves of Grass (1891–1892)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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.

Cluster: Sea-Drift. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

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