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toward dusk near the cottonwood or pekantrees, The coon-seekers go now through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand . . . . hauling my boat down the shallow river

streets and public halls . . . . coming naked to me at night, Crying by day Ahoy from the rocks of the river

dusk, near the cotton- wood cottonwood or pekan-trees; Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase; Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river— swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

dusk, near the cotton- wood cottonwood or pekan-trees; Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase; Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river— swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

fast towards dusk near the cotton-wood or pecan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase, Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

dusk, near the cotton- wood cottonwood or pekan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river —swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

fast towards dusk near the cotton-wood or pecan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase, Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

near the cot- ton-wood cotton-wood or pekan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

In the door-yard, toward the river, are fresh graves mostly of officers, their names on pieces of barrel-staves

Through Fourteenth-street to the river, and then over the Long Bridge, and some three miles beyond, is

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

To think that the rivers will come to flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen . . and act upon others

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

essence of the demonstrative human spirit, with the undemonstrative spirit of the hill and wood, the river

and by slow stages, and with many and long stoppages and detours, journeyed along and down the Ohio river

Louis; roved through that region, explored the Illinois river and the towns along its bank, and lingered

In the door-yard, toward the river, are fresh graves, mostly of officers, their names on pieces of barrel

following summer, the bloody holocaust of the Wilderness, and the fierce promenade down to the James river

said: "If I get out as the weather grows milder I'll want to see these wonders: I'll get across the river

Winds blowsouth, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my rivers

recitations, amusements, will then not be disregarded, any more than our perennial fields, mines, rivers

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my rivers

table, against the wall, in the little apartment on Balcarce street whose two windows open onto the River

Poetry ], Ezra Pound's "Cantos"; then Sandburg's "Chicago Poems"; and around 1915 Lee Masters's Spoon River

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

When New England was covered with extensive systems of river-powered textile mills, and even Emerson’

Considering midcentury environmental discussions, Whitman’s con- cluding call “Flow on, river!

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

Rivers of Empire: Water, Aridity and the Growth of the American West.

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

To think that the rivers will come to flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen . . and act upon others

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

but two things now from which I derive any satisfaction—Julian and that bit of land up there on the river

"They have been telling me of it: it is quite near the river, isn't it?"

Indeed, could not know, till here, absorbed in, absorbing, its rivers, skies, men, for a long period.

I sat with Walt years ago one day at the river's edge. A mosquito alighted on his forehead.

ages, the inextricable, the river-tied and the mountain-tied.

incarnate themselves in the forms of god and demi-god, faun and satyr, oread, dryad, and nymph of river

He is Behemoth, wallowing in primitive jungles, bathing at fountain-heads of mighty rivers, crushing

"Flood-tide of the river, flow on!

the ideal, of the same order as Blake's Albion and Jerusalem; and Whitman is rhapsodizing over the rivers

ghosts of Whitman's ferry: their images Crowding the enfilade of steel and stone Have the whole East River

15 TH TO 24 TH O N Thursday morning, October 15th, Andrew Rome and I left Brooklyn and crossed the river

"Oh yes," he replied, "I saw a good deal of it about Quebec, and about the Saguenay river."

We left early and Harned, Buckwalter, Traubel and I crossed the river to Camden to visit W.

After all, the sunny, fertile, plain for me, with gentle hills around, with a woody deep, calm river

Seven weeks have glided by as swiftly and noiselesslyas a river through sunshine, not through shade.

And how does the River look?

But the New England valley has one advantage over theweald of Sussex in itsbroad and beautiful river,

with Indian name, Connecticut Quon- — nektacut, the long river— which winds through it.

even take one in my hand, without the actual army sights and hot emotions of the time rushing like a river

with them about each one, in every part of the United States, and many of the engagements on the rivers

Still sweeping the eye around down the river toward Alexandria, we see, to the right, the locality where

And how full of breadth is the scenery, everywhere with distant mountains, everywhere convenient rivers

There were nearly 200 of them, come up yesterday by boat from James River.

below there—and the beautiful curious liquid "In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

I was down by the river, loafing some. Then went across on the boat. "Ah!"

come no more with demands like these to my free cities, or my teeming country towns, or along my rivers

nation of swimmers; although our coast of sea, bay, and inlet includes thousands of miles, and lakes, rivers

Dull route, 1541 27 River Mississippi discovered.

Dutch housewife, 1608 6 Hudson River discovered.

Big Rivers My own favorite loafing places have always been the rivers, the wharves, the boats—I like sailors

I have never lived away from a big river.

and of achieving a view of the Delaware River below.

And I know best of all the rivers—the grand, sweeping, curving, gently un- dulating rivers. Oh!

there, but a river that does.

excitement to get there I took the wrong ferry, which lands the passengers a few blocks higher up the river

I saw smirking, sitting near a framed Mona Lisa, in a little back room with a view on the Charles River

His " Brooklyn Ferry section entitled" Delaware River and the — Days and Nights" in " Specimen Days,"

New York, he had had a fancy to visit Sing-sing prison,the great penal establish- ment up the Hudson river

He cele- brates in his poems the fluid, all-solvent disposition,but often was himself lessthe river than

As the great rivers,when falling into the main, lose their name and are thenceforth reckoned as the great

(p.66.) 99 — Days with Walt Whitman "Tao as it exists in the world is like the great rivers and seas

take a serpentine course—their arms flash in the sun—Hark to the musical clank; Behold the silvery river—in

Some few miles off, he could see a gleam of the Hudson river—and above it, a spur of those rugged cliffs

comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. 2 I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

“I will plant companionship thick as trees all along the rivers of America . . .

Hence the poem’s great concluding benediction on time’s pro- cess: “Flow on, river!

My mighty Yangtse River in the south! Good morning! My icy Yellow River in the north!

Rivers.

grave, Since I crossed this restless wave; And the evening, fair as ever, Shines on ruin, rock and river

comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. 2 I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers

At all times he was keenly inquisitive in matters that belonged to the river or boat.

There had been a good deal of rain, the river was high, and the falls finer than usual.

Lawrence River, which he had seen during the past summer.

We were cross ing a bridge over the Concord river, about a mile from Mr.

I have tried them by stars, rivers.

, their return is via the Mississippi to the Great Lakes, finally on the Hudson River.

Lawrence River.

Whitman enjoys a sight on the Delaware River of what seems to him a perfect combination of nature and

Whitman and William Duckett drive four miles to "Billy" Thompson's on the Delaware River at Glouces ter

A Delaware River ferryman visits Walt, bringing news of scenes and people Whitman has been incapable

Whitman on a Tuesday in August, 1882, on the boat crossing the river to Camden.

He haunted the Delaware River front about Camden foryears.

It came from a guano factory on the Philadelphia side of the Delaware River. Mr.

He accepted all,as the great river takes in streams. He was a creative man.

Kingdom established up the North River, with many disci s was fired and ples.

pedition (my brother Jeffwith me,) through allthe Middle States,and down the Ohio and Mississippi rivers

From across the river were also adozen figuresof young men do- ing handiwork ina rising literature,and

You of Camden can claim Walt Whitman foryour own, but you must letus of the bigger town acrossthe river

The' only time I ever saw Lincoln was hisdead face in Independence Hall over across the river.

your own shape and countenance-persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks