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sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white

BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes, This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck, My brown

sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white

BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes, This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck, My brown

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!

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

man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person; The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white

deliciously aching; Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quiver- ing 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

man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person, The shape of his head, 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 cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript

man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person, The shape of his head, 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 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

, I was refresh'd by the storm; I watch'd with joy the threatening maws of the waves; I mark'd the white

emerge on the opposite bank—others are just entering the ford—while, Scarlet, and blue, and snowy white

the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio, with all its cities and farms, Sickly white

Then to the third—a face nor child, nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man

and still, in the coffin —I draw near; I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in

buckle the straps carefully, Outdoors arming, indoors arming, the flash of the musket-barrels, The white

Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man

WHO are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare

and still in the coffin—I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the

Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

buckle the straps carefully, Outdoors arming, indoors arming, the flash of the musket-barrels, The white

Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man

WHO are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare

and still in the coffin—I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the

Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

waves—In such, Or some lone bark, buoy'd on the dense marine, Where, joyous, full of faith, spreading white

spread your white sails, my little bark, athwart the imperious waves!

imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine, Where joyous full of faith, spreading white

spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the

imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine, Where joyous full of faith, spreading white

spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the

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

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

sun- set sunset —the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, 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—not

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

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

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

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

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

Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue. Behold a woman!

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

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

grave, an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen—now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground, Her old white

on the cold ground, with forehead between your knees; O you need not sit there, veil'd in your old white

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

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

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

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

NOT alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, When as order'd forward, after a long march

NOT alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, When as order'd forward, after a long march

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

William White. lg Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass: Comprehensive Reader’s Edition, ed. Harold W.

Mishra works accurately from William White’s transcription of this passage in Daybooks and Notebooks

WilliamS.

In the only complete, published version of this notebook, the editor William White refers to this as

, William Carlos, 94, 122 Yeats, William Butler, 120–21 words as material objects, 122–23, “A young man

White, consists of three volumes.

The third volume edited by White contains the complete text of a diary Whitman kept during a trip to

Blodgett, Arthur Golden, and William White, consists of three volumes.

William White. 3 vols. New York: New York UP, 1978.____. The Early Poems and the Fiction. Ed.

Blodgett, Arthur Golden, and William White. 3 vols. New York: New York UP, 1980.____.

Harned group in the Library of Congress.Some other early collectors of note were John Burroughs, William

Buxton Forman, William F. Gable, Alfred F.

Goldsmith, William Sloane Kennedy, Thomas Bird Mosher, John Quinn, William M. Rossetti, Edmund C.

New York, N.Y.; Charles Patterson Van Pelt Library, University of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, Pa.; William

William White edited the commonplace books and some notebooks in Walt Whitman: Daybooks and Notebooks

Whatever may be the diversity of opinion among the whites, in regard to the effect of Negro Emancipation

It seems to me that the white Douglass should occasionally meet his deserts at the hands of a black one

Boston: Little, Brown, 1942.Shurr, William H.

Blodgett, Arthur Golden, and William White. 3 vols. New York: New York UP, 1980.

the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio, with all its cities and farms, Sickly white

now the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms, Sickly white

Fast as she can she hurries—something ominous— her steps trembling; She does not tarry to smooth her white

the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio, with all its cities and farms, Sickly white

now the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms, Sickly white

William G.Lulloff"Come Up from the Fields Father" (1865)"Come Up from the Fields Father" (1865)The poem

My old pilot friends, the Balsirs, Johnny Cole, Ira Smith, William White, and my young ferry friend,

—everything so white, so marbly pure and dazzling, yet soft—the White House of future poems, and of dreams

One Delaware soldier, William H.

Williams, aged 21, 3d Virginia cavalry.

White, however, is the prevailing color.

critical essay which rehearses much of the information—and defensive adulation—that had characterized William

Free-Soilers who opposed the extension of slavery on the principle that it would discourage the migration of white

Walt Whitman's Champion: William Douglas O'Connor. College Station: Texas A&M UP, 1978.