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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!

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

Thayer Thayer & Eldridge | June 11 1860 William Wilde Thayer to Walt Whitman, 5 June 1860

the closed-up sutures in my cranium were opened as widely as if the brains were out, and a pint of white

draft.This fragment is written on the verso of a poem manuscript, "The ball-room was swept and the floor 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 fast

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

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

The Day Book billed itself as "The White Man's Paper" and changed its name to the Caucasian (August 1861

William Seward, Charles Sumner, and Elijah Parish Lovejoy, were all famous anti-slavery advocates.

The wretched features of ennuyés, the white features of corpses, the livid faces of drunkards, the sick

sweet eating and drinking, Laps life-swelling yolks—laps ear of rose-corn, milky and just ripened; The white

and even to his head— he strikes out with courageous arms—he urges himself with his legs, I see his white

his arms with measureless love, and the son holds the father in his arms with measureless love, The white

hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter, The breath of the boy goes with the breath

.— All white working men, South as well as north are or ought to be against them; for the establishment

from the ancles ankles legs of the slave,—if his breast then feel no more the blood whether black or white

seize with violence on what our laws only know, until duly advised different, as peaceful Americans, white

wretched countrymen of mine, born and bred on American soil, his father or grandfather very likely a white

of their churches —I hear the responsive base and soprano, I hear the wail of utter despair of the white-haired

and from one to an- other another of its islands, The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America, The White

you white or black owners of slaves! You owned persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood- drops!

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

It is called 'Harrington'; but it ought to be styled, 'A Glorification of Wendell Phillips, William Lloyd

squash, crooked-necked crook- ed-necked squash, cowcumber, beets, pars- nip parsnip , carrot, turnip, white

the slow, lumbering cart, blood-dabbled and grease dropping, bears away from the slaughter-house, a white-armed

white- armed boy sitting on top of it, shouting Hi!

And I swear that I don't see why a man in gold spectacles and a white cravat stuck up in a library, stuck

within him by Wordsworth's "Excursion," on the first appearance of that poem in 1814, and by the "White

William Wordsworth (1770-1850) published The Excursion in 1814, a collection of philosophical monologues

"White Doe of Rylston" was a long narrative poem published in 1815.

"White Doe of Rylston" was a long narrative poem published in 1815.; The Edinburgh Review, an influential

Stimson, the New York Day Book had a distinct proslavery agenda and billed itself as the "White Man's

Stimson, the New York Day Book had a distinct proslavery agenda and billed itself as the "White Man's

John Williams & Mary Woolley Cold Spring, LI parents of Amy Williams mother's mother They (Capt.

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

I am more than eighty years of age—my hair, too, is pure white—I am the most venerable mother; How clear

Whitman transcribed part of William Collins's "Ode on the Passions" on the back of this leaf. of these

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

Newport, Rye, Niagara, Shirley, Long Island, Cohasset, Bergen Point, Cape May, or the Mountains called White

Leaves of Grass—456 pages, electro-typed, beautiful print, fine type, elegant binding, seemly, comely, white

the little islands, the larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white

The cactus, guarded with thorns—the laurel-tree, with large white flowers, The range afar—the richness

William Dorrel who, seventy-five years ago, proclaimed himself the Messiah up in Franklin county, counseled

William Dorrell (1752–1846) was born in England but came to America with the British Army to fight in

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

We, loose winrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See!

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!

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

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

Off the word I have spoken I except not one—red, white, black, are all deific, In each house is the ovum—it

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 farm-house, The sun just shines on her old white

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

fearful road to that great castle "success" which looms up in the dim religious distance, and from which white-winged

William White (New York: New York University Press, 1978), 1: 238–239.

beauty of person, The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of his manners, the pale yellow and white

swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow

Examine these limbs, red, black, or white—they are so cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript

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

Debris 10 ONE sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair, He has the simple magnificence

bay to notice the 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 pilots in their pilot-houses, The white

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

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

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

beauty of person, The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of his manners, the pale yellow and white

swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow

Examine these limbs, red, black, or white—they are so cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript

ONE sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair, He has the simple magnificence of health

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

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!

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

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

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

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