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Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, 13 January 1891
Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William T. Stead, 6 January 1891
Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, 26 February [1891]
Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, 30 June 1890
Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, 2 July 1890
Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, 19 September 1890
Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, 16 February 1891
quiet, even solitary thread quite strong in the weft of my disposition— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William
John White Alexander (1856–1915) was an American painter and illustrator, well known for his portraits
three weeks yet)—y'r letters rec'd (short but sweet)—J W W[allace]'s good letters rec'd too—expect T Williams
They were tenant farmers at White Horse Farm near Kirkwood, New Jersey, where Whitman visited them on
Price Elizabeth Lorang Kathryn Kruger Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William Michael Rossetti
William Swinton, Ward, Dr. Seeger, Stedman, [J.] Miller, Mr.
William White [New York: New York University Press, 1978] 1:244).
White, T.
White, who were members of the Irish Directory in New York.
Joseph White was nabbed yesterday for attacking a German, at 1 o'clock in the morning, and robbing him
Edwin Williams, of much fame in "Registers" and statistics, for the office of Register of the county.
While I write, the snow is falling; so softly, so softly, come its pure white flakes!
With their superb white horses—the rims of the dash-boards arching over like the necks of serpents—and
We speak of you every day, & I have to give minute particulars of you, William, little Jenny, & all.
I have been purchasing property, or rather becoming responsible for the same — William, you needn't send
William, I do hope, it will come to you to buckle-to, & write something for Putnam— et al .
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D.
C. spoke of the remnants of the old Bohemian crowd—expressed contempt for William Winter —called him
Show John this letter—I send him my love—William, I have not yet rec'd any letters—when any come, send
Price Ashley Lawson Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D.
William, I received the letter, with Ramsdells note. Also Allen's.
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 12 May [1867]
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William C. Church and Francis P.
Dear William O'Connor, When I arrived home yesterday I found my brother worse than I had anticipated.
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 5 May [1867]
Church and William C. Church, 13 October 1867
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, [1867?]
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor (for Moncure D.
Dear William, I wish you to come & take Thanksgiving Dinner with us to-morrow. Mrs.
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D.
Attorney General's Office Washington , 18 Dear William— Come down a moment & have lunch with me—a biscuit
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, [1867?]
spell, but got over it—Mother, I have just got your letter of 14th—& was glad to get it—I havn't seen William
Attorney General's Office , Washington 186 William: The " Citizen " has the Carol complete, & exactly
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, [1867?]
—We have had a snowy day—as I look out of my window the ground is white in every direction—William has
Swinburne, the poet, has sent me a handsome copy of his William Blake containing certain mention of me
William—bring in, in your letter to Mr. Rossetti. I met Mr. Whitman a few evenings since.
Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, [January 1868]
the suggestion of the President, and sitting near a window draught, he unhesitatingly put on his old white
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes
you white or black owners of slaves! You owned persons dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops!
pass up or down, white-sailed schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and
Let the white person tread the black person under his heel! (Say!
only in the circle of themselves, modest and pretty, desperately scratching for rhymes, pallid with white
worlds and new, who accept evil as well as good, ignorance as well as erudition, black as soon as white
neck open, shirt-collar flat and broad, countenance tawny transparent red, beard well-mottled with white
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun; I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it
side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day, And leaves for me baskets covered 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
Painless after all I lie, exhausted but not so un- happy unhappy , White and beautiful are the faces
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