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favor—Cambridge Chronicle also—Boston Globe also —Yours rec'd received yesterday— Walt Whitman to William

, but I seem to stand it well— W W I decidedly approve your non-answer to Sigma — Walt Whitman to William

William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 24 June 1882

Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 22 June [1882]

William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 19 June 1882

more than half inclined to think it some crafty friend who takes the mask of foe— Walt Whitman to William

W.D.O'C William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 15 June 1882

William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 3 June 1882

his verdict of 1856, then there is no significance in human life or its emotions or Walt Whitman to William

May 29 '82 see notes Dec 11th 1910 William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 29 May 1882

Camden Sunday May 28 '82 Dear William O'Connor I like the big letter of May 25 the more I have read it—I

William, I submit to you whether it wouldnt wouldn't be well, in your reply to quote all this , as extracted

from a late letter to you from me — Walt Whitman to William D.

John White Chadwick (1840–1904), who termed himself a radical Unitarian, was the pastor of the Second

single alteration—it will live in literature at least as long as Junius—God bless you Walt Whitman to William

beautiful & opportune book —just come to hand—I am about as usual in health— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William

William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 20 May 1882

I expect some proof-impressions & will immediately send you two or three— Walt Whitman to William D.

William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 9 May [1882]

In a letter to me, William, who was the best, most faithful & loving of brothers to him, says, "I doubt

431 Stevens Street Camden N J noon May 7 '82 Dear William O'Connor Yours of 5th rec'd received & welcomed

illness—but mainly getting along pretty well & in good spirits considering— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William

hurry however) to Dr Bucke Asylum London Ontario Canada —who will be expecting them— Walt Whitman to William

budget, the date on the last slip (marked L) sh'd should of course have been May 3 — Walt Whitman to William

You may have come across the poems of another Trinity man, and also a lover of yours—William Wilkins.

Sidgwick and William Clifford were both members of "The Apostles," the famous elite literary society

In the dooryard fronting an old farmhouse near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing

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

Orwitz, of Baltimore, Professor Gross's daughter, William Henry Rawle, F.

jove though we havent haven't seen the sun here for one, two, three, four days: a solid impenetrable white

The sun just shines on her old white head. Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen.

simplicity of his nature are revealed in the following incident: "In the middle of the room in its white

Onward, on, Circling, circling, moving roundward & onward As our hands we grasp for the Union all Red, white

, blue to eastward , western westward Red, white, blue, to the sou northern , southern with the breezes

poems &c. as my Christmas offering —with affectionate remembrances— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William

William Kingdon Clifford (1845–1879) was an English mathematician who also wrote on philosophy.

He was a heart's ease growing in the shadow: the leaves are turning white from want of sun!

William Hurrell Mallock (1849-1923) was an English author.

William White (New York: New York University Press, 1978), 1:272.

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

After the dilettante indelicacies of William H.

Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I gave them the same,

and pealing, Waves, air, midnight, their savagest trinity lashing, Out in the shadows there, milk-white

wending, Steadily, slowly, through hoarse roar never remitting, Along the midnight edge, by those milk-white

Who are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, With your woolly-white and turbaned head, and bare

most novel and interesting long article in the number is Mrs Talbot's felicitous translation of Dr William

Who are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly, human, With your woolly-white and turbaned head, and bare

In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand, Tears

He wears a great cape overcoat of soft gray cloth, which falls below the knees, and a broad-brimmed white

felt hat almost as wide as the strong shoulders, over w hich a wild growth of white hair and beard blown

I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing.

Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding

good roads—one young lady I fell in with near where I was living had a team of her own, two handsome white

For myself I can safely say that except William Rolleston no reader or student of your poetry has studied

bride groom—I think him a lucky man— Well I must close at once, for here comes a fine lively team of white

His ruddy features were almost concealed by his white hair and beard.

His ruddy features were almost concealed by his white hair and beard.

We are glad to find the old poet in good health, and although his hair is white his heart seems to be

Spring; Benjamin Doty, of same place; in West Hills, Lemuel Carll, John Chichester, Miss Jane Rome, William

July and October, to be issued in September and October; and orders for these numbers may be sent to WILLIAM

been staying alone here in the house, as the folks have gone off on summer trip—My sister is at the White