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cemeteries, attracted important civic backers, including Whitman's friend, the poet and newspaperman, William

commemorate such a character as WASHINGTON On Whitman's connections to and fondness for Washington, see William

As full and fine scenery and properties are to the acting of Macready William Charles Macready (1793–

of which the Pictorial England is among the neatest......No. 6 opens with the drowning of Prince William

Prince William Adelin (1103–1120), only legitimate son of King Henry I, Duke of Normandy, drowned in

the White Ship tragedy (November 25th, 1120) trying to save his half–sister. and his sister Matilda

(1103–1120), Countess of Perche, illegitimate daughter of King Henry I and half–sister to Prince William

William Adelin (1103–1120), only legitimate son of King Henry I, Duke of Normandy, drowned in the White

Many of the drawings for the Illustrated Family Bible were contributed by the British engraver William

Buen, a most venerable white–haired ancient, (we understand, just dead!)

The volume also included poems by Henry Theodore Tuckerman (1813–1871), William Howe Cuyler Hosmer (1814

Featuring white performers in "blackface," these shows reinforced racial stereotypes of African Americans

In the 1840s, he was known for his rivalry with William Macready, a British actor, which partially instigated

Featuring white performers in "blackface," these shows reinforced racial stereotypes of African Americans

By William Hazlitt . Second Series. New York: Wiley & Putnam.

Magazine, edited by Lawrence Labree, included engravings after paintings by such American artists as William

Likely a reference to Whig William Henry Harrison's 1840 presidential campaign in which he was labeled

Transcript 1, No. 78 (Baltimore, July 15, 1840): 2; Richard Brookhiser, "We've Been Here Before: William

John Tyler (1790–1862) became president of the United States upon the death of William Henry Harrison

With its distinctive white marble exterior and Gothic Revival design, Grace Church occupied a dramatic

On the significance of Upjohn's architecture see especially William H.

With its distinctive white marble exterior and Gothic Revival design, Grace Church occupied a dramatic

—William Stairko yesterday gave $100 sureties for his appearance at the next general sessions to answer

William Logue was committed for trial before the same tribunal, in default of $200 bail, on a charge

Mason, passed assistant surgeon; John O’Means, acting purser; William F.

Sharp was called to the chair and William Gascoyne appointed secretary.

The following officers were then unanimously elected for the ensuing year: Captain —WILLIAM H.

William Gascoyne , secretary. Brooklyn, Nov. 4th, 1847. HATS.

Soulie] "Pastourel," by Frederick Soulie, translated from the French by Samuel Spring, published by Williams

This book is to be finished in about twenty numbers, Illustrated London was written by William I.

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

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

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

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

signs, I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad, I would sing how an old man, tall, with white

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

For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your great

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!

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

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

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

cold ground with fore- head forehead between your knees, O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white

some are such beautiful animals, so lofty looking; Some are buff-color'd, some mottled, one has a white

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes

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

What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Loud! loud! loud!

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

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

and the bay of Biscay, The clear-sunn'd Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands, The White

bay to notice the vessels arriving, Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me, Saw the white

pennants, The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in their pilot- houses pilot-houses , The white

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