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Pleasants to William R. Thrall, 31 October 1870

Pleasants to William T. Jones, 25 Novemeber 1869

provocative, and American Renaissance remains today a critical force in Whitman studies.Bibliography Cain, William

William White described the pages as "torn from a tall notebook" (Daybooks and Notebooks [New York: New

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

Shade —An twenty-five old men old man with rapid gestures—eyes black and flashing like lightning—long white

William White described the pages as "torn from a tall notebook" (Daybooks and Notebooks [New York: New

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

William White described the pages as "torn from a tall notebook" (Daybooks and Notebooks [New York: New

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

American Bard (1981) features a reading by poet William Everson from his book American Bard (1981), a

Ethiopia Saluting the Colors" on his collection of spirituals entitled Deep River, and Ralph Vaughan Williams

The White House by Moonlight — . 24.—A spell of fine soft weather.

—everything so white, so marbly pure and dazzling, yet soft—the White House of future poems, and of dreams

There are fires in large stoves, and the prevailing white of the walls is reliev'd by some ornaments,

Williams, age 21, 3d Va. Cavalry.

Father, John Williams, Millensport, Ohio. 9–10.

Cuomo [1990]).BibliographyCoyle, William, ed. The Poet and the President: Whitman's Lincoln Poems.

One White House story comes to me of his leaving Lincoln in wrath, "slamming the doors behind him" because

I look where he lies, white-faced and still in the coffin, and draw near.

Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.

Our Pete hit in a cavalry skirmish and to die; the boy shot in the abdomen, "face as white as a lily;

The famous white hat sat on the top of his thick snowy hair, and the flickering gaslights played in unromantic

We stepped in for a few moments at the depot of the Metropolitan Police Commissioners in White street

"Free men" included only the "white workingmen . . . mechanics, farmers and operatives"; slaves would

much only of course somewhat older. hair sprinkled somewhat with gray. your hair cannot be much more white

April 24 '76 Dear Whitman, Wm William Rossetti has shown me your letter indicating annoyance at some

He said again: "You and William could have had great times over all that: he is alive, wide awake, to

felt like the devil all day: I have therefore done nothing—not even written my customary postals to William

I was in to see Talcott Williams. He will send us the colloquy.

Talcott Williams likewise told me he cared nothing for anything Ingersoll said—did not care to preserve

Williams had intended printing and circulating among W.'s friends.

Williams' "popularity" among "the boys" in town, and seemed surprised when I said he said he seemed disliked

Williams, W. said, "I hardly remember what it all amounts to.

bed, where of late he has been tucking papers till it is now nearly choked.Not a word from Talcott Williams

Frank Williams came in to tell me today of a letter he had seen, written by an intimate friend of Tennyson

Commenting on Frank Williams' "Literary Dynamics," he said, "Frank is a good fellow—and faithful.

Frank Williams had sent him a copy. Said he had enjoyed it.

Even William O'Connor, who, of all men, you would think protected, exempt, bore traces of it, from head

I should thank Frank Williams for his American note—"Tell him it is just what I could have hoped for—to

Williams in to see me about newspaper friends of W. W.

One of the "points of value" in Williams' paragraph was "the quite evident kindliness—the willingness

White did not know. "He was a Washington fellow, too. But now he is dead!

I asked Morris today who it was among Frank Williams' folks was dead, describing Curtis' few words last

Williams' mother had been subjected to some surgical operation which proved fatal—this in the presence

Monday, April 30, 1888.W. said: "I want you to have this letter of William's for your archives.

It would be valuable enough if it was only William's—but it happens to be more than that.

He encloses a letter from George William Curtis—it makes good history.

William elicited a noble reply.

Part of it is very fine.I wonder if young William Allingham wrote it?

s gratitude for the Illustrated American notice, and to Talcott Williams, asking after the Ingersoll

The whole scheme is very attractive to me—and William would have an absolute monopoly of the field—a

Tucker," said W., "has been giving me the very devil in Liberty for calling the Emperor William a 'faithful

Take William O'Connor—take Tucker himself—they deserve to be listened to."

Just as I was about to leave W. reverted to the Emperor William affair: "Do you think I had better write

it clear that my reference was to the Emperor as a person—that my democracy included him: not the William

the tyrant, the aristocrat, but the William the man who lived according to his light: I do not see why

Woodbury, who is an undergraduate of Williams College, came under the benign personal influence of the

Yes, William was a choice debater.

William was ardent, impulsive—yet no man spoke out of a greater knowledge.

William was choked with a various knowledge—always spoke out of that.

William was even—his passion, fire, always lasted.

William always came in with great splendor.

That was the one William Swinton most affected—most read. You know about William Swinton?

Leaves of Grass: and his wife too: a fine, large, splendid, handsome woman—mother of children—for William

William went west—to Oakland—taught there in the college—was Professor of something or other.

Asked me for close particulars as to the Boston trouble—then— "Aside from that, William has been very

William would call me by a few strong names and then go to work again with his heresy.

John and William are very different men.

John is a placid landscape—William is a landscape in a storm.

William is quite different: he whips me with cords—he makes all my flesh tingle—he is like a soldier

home with either—equally at home—but on the whole William mixes best with my blood."

William is always wideawake—always plants both of his two eyes on life.

Bucke's letters often go off into words—off into the air—but William is always true to the scent of himself

Indeed, The Tribune's is the animating spirit of all that class in New York: Stoddard, William Winter—these

"No—not William—but about all the rest.

Yes—surely: for the purposes of that edition that was the best thing to do: yet we lost heaps in losing William

There was another regret from which I have always suffered: I always wished William to figure in some

He held a smallish white unstamped envelope up before me. "This: look at it."

which I now took.At the Bank a whole string of visitors and inquirers, among them Brinton, Frank Williams

The ground is white but not enough snow to make decent sleighing which is aggravating.

leaving him and taking a very brief run in on Billstein, I hurried towards Camden, meeting Frank Williams

Left with him a copy of The American containing Browning Symposium—Morris, Williams, Wayland, Thompson

I have no doubt of Morris and Frank Williams at any time—they are both in the right drift—particularly

and without going to Philadelphia, as I had hoped to do We sailed Sept. 25th. on the Germanic of the White

someone writing there (I think it was The Times: it certainly was an English paper): he spoke of William

I do not wonder that it upset William.

"Morse, Kennedy, John, William—all silent!"

It did once stand in front of the President's house—the White House: now I hear it has been removed.

William O'Connor was probably the prince of conversationalists—in the high sense brilliant—not tawdrily

This was his "great concern for William."

But I know what William means: he used to say to me sometimes—'Walt, when it comes to some things you've

But I confess William would go way ahead of me in that direction—was gifted beyond us all: was sensitive

I remember an Othello criticism: undoubtedly written by William Winter: Winter is the dramatic editor

He took over to Frank Williams and they had a laugh over it together.

s—the weather strong—snow falling—the earth white. W.'s room warmed by a busy fire.

[W. broke in: "Oh, William, William! it wasn't, it wasn't! God help us!"]

William? that's a fighting word!" laughing.]

This morning Doctor Bucke sends me William's letter.

Poor William! poor all of us!" I said again: "Rich all of us, too! Rich William! rich Walt!"]

Talked of young Emperor William.

And I am sure neither Gilder nor William Carey, my friends there, would refuse to give some weight to

ordinary—principally rabbits and squirrels.Again apologizing for thus troubling you, I amYours Sincerely,William

Do you know, Horace, I think Talcott Williams has a suspicion of an inclination that way, too.

should be able to give the best that his lustrous genius afforded to a grand eulogy of the colossal William

He should see William: see what he makes of it all: report to us.

William's in a bad way: Bucke could examine him candidly: in medicine Doctor is a wonderful diagnoser

I think all William's writing about me was of that character—was a flash of light—dashed off—in the spur

But although William had dash, fire—in the Whitman pieces—had it in all—yet most of his matter was hard

Did you ever read William's piece on John Burroughs' book, printed at that day, in the New York Times

"He was always William's and my friend—and he will appreciate—will measure up—this piece."

I was thinking, Horace, that it was Harry, not William, who wrote the Illustrated American piece.