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

now 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 stanch 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 shrieking

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

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

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, 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

venerable and innocent joys, Perennial hardy life of me with joys 'mid rain and many a summer sun, And the white

you. 4 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

bars of pig-iron, the strong clean-shaped T-rail for rail- roads railroads , Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works

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

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

piercing 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

AFTER the sea-ship, after the whistling winds, After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes

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

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

sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white

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

Williams & Co. A. Williams to Walt Whitman, [1880]

William White [New York: New York University Press, 1977], 213).

Davidge "All the Rage" combination William Davidge to Walt Whitman, 14 [December?] 1880

New York & to-day I receive from B the following postal: "Leavitt sold the plates to a Mr Williams (for

$200—Leavitt never saw or heard of any sheets —Worthington must have bo't bought the plates from Williams—He

Williams This letter from A. Williams has been crossed out.

Williams to Walt Whitman, 2 December 1880

William White [New York: New York University Press, 1977], 1:212).

Richard talked about you with William M.

WHITE PINE TIMBER AND LUMBER TO ORDER. OFFICE, NO. 72 WALL STREET, NEW-YORK. GE, MEIGS & CO.

William White (New York: New York University Press, 1977) 1:209.

Williams & Company, 1 November 1880

[William Brough?] to Walt Whitman, 29 October 1880

I feel lonely in October since William Cullen Bryant died.

Thanks for the Journals which have reach'd reached me— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William Torrey Harris

Harry's parents, George (1827–1892) and Susan Stafford (1833–1910), were tenant farmers at White Horse

William White (New York: New York University Press, 1978), 1:35.

Debbie and Harry's parents, George and Susan Stafford, were tenant farmers at White Horse Farm near Kirkwood

Harry's parents, George and Susan Stafford, were tenant farmers at White Horse Farm near Kirkwood, New

for a weeks pleasure has just returned a day or two ago she had a nice time George spent a day at Williams

William Rossetti and I were talking of it.

more— the Autograph "Behold this swarthy face, this unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white

Harry's parents, George and Susan Stafford, were tenant farmers at White Horse Farm near Kirkwood, New

William White (New York: New York University Press, 1978), 1:35.

Sent copy to the Senator, and there was a prompt responce response of the White Plume Plumed Knight,

about the same reason that the crows display in pecking to death one of their kind happening to have a white

If he had been ill-dressed and low-minded, it is hardly probable that the beloved poet, William Cullen

William Taylor to Walt Whitman, 9 June 1880

His hair is long and like his whiskers is of snowy whiteness.

His white shirt was cut in true sailor style, opening low down upon his breast, and with the collar rolled

The whole dress with the white flowing hair and whiskers were suggestive of a nature that one is afterwards

do any thing appropriate to assist at the Lecture, Thursday evening Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William

William Rossetti spent good Friday afternoon with us; was very pleased with Herby's work.

Hale White Whitman Esq THE GENIUS OF WALT WHITMAN.

Hale White to Walt Whitman, 21 March 1880

William Hale White (1831–1913) was a British writer and civil servant who sometimes published under the