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those of the grape; Welcome are lands of sugar and rice; Welcome the cotton-lands—welcome those of the white

, the falling in line, the rise and fall of the arms forcing the water, The slender, spasmic, blue-white

murderer with haggard face and pinion'd arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipp'd

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-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!

Or white-domed Capitol itself, with majestic figure sur- mounted surmounted —or all the old high-spired

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

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 ripen'd; The white

to his head—he strikes out with courageous arms—he urges him- self 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

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

accoutrements—they buckle the straps carefully; Outdoors arming—indoors arming—the flash of the musket-barrels; The 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

bleeding to death, (he is shot in the abdomen;) I staunch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white

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

of the rifle balls; I see the shells exploding, leaving small white clouds— I hear the great shells shieking

again, this soil'd world: …For my enemy is dead—a man divine as myself is dead; I look where he lies, white-faced

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

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

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

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

ah my woolly white and crim- son crimson ! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

in toward land; The great steady wind from west and west-by-south, Floating so buoyant, with milk-white

(A Reminiscence of 1864.) 1 WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, With your woolly-white

WORLD, take good notice, silver stars fading, Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching, Coals thirty-eight

and out, Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe sum- mer summer , bears lightly along white

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

of their churches—I hear the responsive base and soprano; I hear the wail of utter despair of the white-hair'd

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

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!

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!

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

and out, Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe sum- mer summer , bears lightly along white

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

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

, 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

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

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

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

ah my woolly white and crim- son crimson ! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

in toward land; The great steady wind from west and west-by-south, Floating so buoyant, with milk-white

(A Reminiscence of 1864.) 1 WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, With your woolly-white

WORLD, take good notice, silver stars fading, Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching, Coals thirty-eight

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!

night, and withdraws at the peep of the day, with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white

means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and nar- row narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white

of their mothers' laps; And here you are the mothers' laps; This grass is very dark to be from the white

The young men float on their backs—their white bel- lies bellies bulge to the sun—they do not ask who

I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider

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

noted: Elizabeth Lorang Joshua Ware John Schwaninger Nima Najafi Kianfar Benjamin Helm Bristow to William

noted: Elizabeth Lorang Joshua Ware John Schwaninger Nima Najafi Kianfar Benjamin Helm Bristow to William

noted: Elizabeth Lorang Joshua Ware John Schwaninger Nima Najafi Kianfar Benjamin Helm Bristow to William

noted: Elizabeth Lorang Joshua Ware John Schwaninger Nima Najafi Kianfar Benjamin Helm Bristow to William

noted: Elizabeth Lorang Nima Najafi Kianfar Kevin McMullen John Schwaninger Clement Hugh Hill to William

noted: Elizabeth Lorang Nima Najafi Kianfar Kevin McMullen John Schwaninger Benjamin Helm Bristow to William

Akerman to William W. Belknap, 10 January 1871

Akerman to William S. Huntington, 12 January 1871