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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!

of their churches—I hear the responsive base and soprano, I hear the wail of utter despair of the white

- haired white-haired Irish grand-parents, when they learn the death of their grand-son, I hear the cry

Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands, The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America, The White

you white or black owners of slaves! You owned persons dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops!

I see not merely that you are polite or white-faced, married, single, citizens of old states, citizens

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

those of the grape, Welcome are lands of sugar and rice, Welcome the cotton-lands—welcome those of the white

forming in line, the echoed rise and fall of the arms forcing the water, The slender, spasmic blue-white

murderer with haggard face and pinioned arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipped

the old response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white

beauty of person, 8 The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of his manners, 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 so cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript

wild-pigeon, high-hold, orchard- oriole orchard-oriole , coot, surf-duck, red-shouldered-hawk, fish-hawk, white-ibis

notice the arriv- ing arriving ships, Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me, Saw the white

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

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

Bring down those tossed arms and let your white hair be, Here gape your smart grand-sons—their wives

Remember what was promulged by the founders, ratified by The States, signed in black and white by the

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

sun- set sunset , the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, light falling on roofs and gables of white

The wretched features of ennuyees, the white features of corpses, the livid faces of drunk- ards drunkards

sweet eating and drinking, Laps life-swelling yolks—laps ear of rose-corn, milky and just ripened; The white

and even to his head, he strikes out with courageous arms, he urges himself with his legs, I see his white

his arms with measureless love, and the son holds the father in his arms with measureless love, The white

hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter, The breath of the boy goes with the breath

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, all are deific, In each house is the

soiree, I heard what the singers were singing so long, Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white

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 tread the black person under his heel! (Say!

of their churches—I hear the responsive base and soprano; I hear the wail of utter despair of the white-hair'd

and from one to an- other another of its islands, The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America, The White

have not yet sail'd—the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open, be- yond beyond the floes; White

tree tops, Below, the red cedar, festoon'd with tylandria—the pines and cypresses, growing out of the white

wind; The camp of Georgia wagoners, just after dark—the supper-fires, and the cooking and eating by whites

those of the grape; Welcome are lands of sugar and rice; Welcome the cotton-lands—welcome those of the white

, the falling in line, the rise and fall of the arms forcing the water, The slender, spasmic, blue-white

murderer with haggard face and pinion'd arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipp'd

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

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

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

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

Mother is well as usual, & sends love to you & William, & to Jeannie. My sister Martha at St.

Howells, & then I will tell you further—Beulah asked much about you & William, and Jeannie— Nothing special

small—they are literally in scores—I never tire of looking on them—All the young fellows yacht here— Dear William

Understand that, like the new year's Bible, the Photo is a gift, with my best love, to you & William—to

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 14 July [1871]

Price Kathryn Kruger Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William Michael Rossetti

Swinton has lately been posting himself about William Blake, his poems—has the new London edition of

When I rose I said I was going up to my room to write to you & William—there were warm expressions from

Price charged me to give her love to you, to William, & to Jeannie—Mr.

Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor and Ellen M. O'Connor, 27 September 1868

William, I shall send Freiligrath a small package, containing a copy of L. of G. with John's Notes ,

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 4 October 1868

Dear William O'Connor, I take it by the enclosed from Rossetti that he has sent me the Westminster by

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 26 July [1871]

Dear William O'Connor: I was very ill after my arrival here—& made worse by the heat—but have recovered

Hannah—Eddy is as usual— Jenny, my darling, I must not forget to put in a line for you too, & send my love— William

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 23 August 1869

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 14 October 1868

William is here—which adds much indeed to the pleasure of my visit—William has not recovered from an

My last letter to William was also to you—though I suppose you did not see it yet.

My dear friend, I shall return to Washington next Saturday, 15th—William, it would be a favor if you

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D.

Brooklyn May 11, 1870 Dear William, My hand has been pretty bad, but looks more encouraging to-day.

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 11 May 1870

Brooklyn Friday afternoon Oct. 14 Dear William O'Connor, I have just rec'd your letter.

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D.

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 2 August [1870]

condition feel it best to stay here—(Nelly, I don't feel as well as when you used to come there to White's

the ferry boat, & sail to & fro across the Delaware, occasionally—I had seen in the newspapers of William's

Whitman stayed at the Whites' from March 1, 1871, until he left Washington.

White, a chiropodist, acknowledged for his wife receipt of $28 "on account . . . for rent of room etc

Whitman gave up one room at the Whites' on June 10, 1873: "Kept the other at $2.50 a month" (The Library

letter to Peter Doyle, in which Whitman left instructions for the delivery of his boxes from the Whites

White's, & unlock the big trunk, (the one that is strapped) and take out My gray suit , coat, vest, &

William I wish to send a little box of grapes to Nelly—please go down to the Central Produce store on

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to William D.

Johnson's picture by mail—(It is intended to be put in a square gray or white mat with oval top , & then

Down at White Horse At the Staffords'— Aug 3 My dear Herb I came down here yesterday afternoon in the

Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 22 January [1886]

Kennedy This letter from Whitman to O'Connor was written on the last page of a letter from William Sloane

Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, [4 January 1886]

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

Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William Torrey Harris, 27 October 1879

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

Camden Friday Evn'g Evening Sept: September 22 Dear William O'Connor This is the best I can do about

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

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

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

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