Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “her”

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  1. p. 11, line 2And to define America, her athletic Democracy,
  2. p. 16, line 20On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moonsails,
  3. p. 17, line 9Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
  4. p. 24, line 2I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest in the briers hatching her brood.
  5. p. 26, line 28The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him and her,
  6. p. 34, line 11I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
  7. p. 36, line 6The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,
  8. p. 36, line 7My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
  9. p. 36, line 12Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders,
  10. p. 36, line 14She had long eyelashes, her head was bare, her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reach'd to her feet.
  11. p. 37, line 7Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
  12. p. 37, line 11The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.
  13. p. 39, line 2The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats,
  14. p. 39, line 3The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings,
  15. p. 40, line 12The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemm'd cloth is offering moccasins and bead-bags for sale,
  16. p. 40, line 16The one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago borne her first child,
  17. p. 40, line 17The clean-hair'd Yankee girl works with her sewing-machine or in the factory or mill,
  18. p. 41, line 1The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly,
  19. p. 41, line 3The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck,
  20. p. 41, line 4The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other,
  21. p. 50, line 23Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day.)
  22. p. 56, line 18Where the she-whale swims with her calf and never forsakes it,
  23. p. 56, line 22Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below;
  24. p. 57, line 12Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh,
  25. p. 57, line 19Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well,
  26. p. 57, line 25Pleas'd with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously,
  27. p. 59, line 12I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.
  28. p. 59, line 27The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on,
  29. p. 67, line 21By the mechanic's wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for every person born,
  30. p. 69, line 12The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers?
  31. p. 75, line 14And I swear I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her who privately stays with me in the open air.
  32. p. 79, line 17Or in front, and I following her just the same.
  33. p. 83, line 14To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
  34. p. 84, line 13She is in her place and moves with perfect balance,
  35. p. 85, line 7Each has his or her place in the procession.
  36. p. 85, line 13For you only, and not for him and her?
  37. p. 86, line 19Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool that corrupted her own live body?
  38. p. 88, line 17I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,
  39. p. 90, line 8The hairy wild-bee that murmurs and hankers up and down, that gripes the full-grown lady-flower, curves upon her with amorous firm legs, takes his will of her, and holds himself tremulous and tight till he is satisfied;
  40. p. 91, line 2The merriment of the twin babes that crawl over the grass in the sun, the mother never turning her vigilant eyes from them,
  41. p. 94, line 19I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.
  42. p. 119, line 19Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth,
  43. p. 138, line 4They bring none to his or her terminus or to be content and full,
  44. p. 139, line 6Afar on arctic ice the she-walrus lying drowsily while her cubs play around,
  45. p. 156, line 20The shape of the prisoner's place in the court-room, and of him or her seated in the place,
  46. p. 157, line 8Her shape arises,
  47. p. 157, line 10The gross and soil'd she moves among do not make her gross and soil'd,
  48. p. 157, line 11She knows the thoughts as she passes, nothing is conceal'd from her,
  49. p. 157, line 14Oaths, quarrels, hiccupp'd songs, smutty expressions, are idle to her as she passes,
  50. p. 157, line 15She is silent, she is possess'd of herself, they do not offend her,
  51. p. 158, line 19Or rather to her long-nurs'd inclination,
  52. p. 158, line 21She comes! I hear the rustling of her gown,
  53. p. 158, line 22I scent the odor of her breath's delicious fragrance,
  54. p. 158, line 23I mark her step divine, her curious eyes a-turning, rolling,
  55. p. 158, line 26Those ancient temples, sculptures classic, could none of them retain her?
  56. p. 158, line 27Nor shades of Virgil and Dante, nor myriad memories, poems, old associations, magnetize and hold on to her?
  57. p. 158, line 30I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see her,
  58. p. 159, line 2Out from her evolutions hither come, ended the strata of her former themes,
  59. p. 159, line 4Ended, deceas'd through time, her voice by Castaly's fountain,
  60. p. 159, line 20I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the illustrious emigré, (having it is true in her day, although the same, changed, journey'd considerable,)
  61. p. 170, line 7If you meet some stranger in the streets and love him or her, why I often meet strangers in the street and love them.
  62. p. 177, line 19To her children the words of the eloquent dumb great mother never fail,
  63. p. 177, line 26With her ample back towards every beholder,
  64. p. 177, line 29Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her eyes glance back from it,
  65. p. 177, line 31Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face.
  66. p. 179, line 7I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete,
  67. p. 179, line 8The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.
  68. p. 182, line 30Give me, give him or her I love this quenchless faith,
  69. p. 191, line 10Her moving swiftly surrounded by myriads of small craft I forget not to sing;
  70. p. 193, line 16When million-footed Manhattan unpent descends to her pavements,
  71. p. 193, line 21When every ship richly drest carries her flag at the peak,
  72. p. 195, line 27As to-morrow from the other side the queen of England sends her eldest son to you.
  73. p. 196, line 5Be considerate with her now and ever hot Libertad, for you are all,
  74. p. 197, line 19And every day the she-bird crouch'd on her nest, silent, with bright eyes,
  75. p. 197, line 32May-be kill'd, unknown to her mate,
  76. p. 199, line 7O moon do not keep her from me any longer.
  77. p. 199, line 10For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look.
  78. p. 202, line 5Where the fierce old mother endlessly cries for her castaways,
  79. p. 205, line 22The bows turn, the freighted ship tacking speeds away under her gray sails,
  80. p. 205, line 23The beautiful and noble ship with all her precious wealth speeds away gayly and safe.
  81. p. 205, line 27Stands a child with her father,
  82. p. 206, line 7From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
  83. p. 207, line 10As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
  84. p. 215, line 16I see in low life the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate,
  85. p. 215, line 17I see the wife misused by her husband, I see the treacherous seducer of young women,
  86. p. 217, line 15Concealing her face, concealing her form,
  87. p. 217, line 17Falling upon her even when she sleeps.
  88. p. 219, line 19Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth,
  89. p. 219, line 20With her million children around her, suddenly,
  90. p. 220, line 18The tearful parting, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother,
  91. p. 230, line 22As to you Rebellious, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me, and why seek my life?
  92. p. 237, line 6Fast as she can she hurries, something ominous, her steps trembling,
  93. p. 237, line 7She does not tarry to smooth her hair nor adjust her cap.
  94. p. 237, line 11All swims before her eyes, flashes with black, she catches the main words only,
  95. p. 237, line 18Grieve not so, dear mother, (the just-grown daughter speaks through her sobs,
  96. p. 237, line 26By day her meals untouch'd, then at night fitfully sleeping, often waking,
  97. p. 237, line 29To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son.
  98. p. 249, line 15Her high-borne turban'd head she wags, and rolls her darkling eye,
  99. p. 283, line 7And the schoolmistress that pass'd on her way to the school,
  100. p. 283, line 11His own parents, he that had father'd him and she that had conceiv'd him in her womb and birth'd him,
  101. p. 283, line 15The mother with mild words, clean her cap and gown, a wholesome odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by,
  102. p. 284, line 10Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd round her shoulders,
  103. p. 284, line 11At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,
  104. p. 284, line 12Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir,
  105. p. 284, line 13Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love.
  106. p. 285, line 1Her corpse they deposit unclaim'd, it lies on the damp brick pavement,
  107. p. 285, line 2The divine woman, her body, I see the body, I look on it alone,
  108. p. 290, line 2Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day, month, any part of the direct lifetime, or the hour of death,
  109. p. 290, line 3But the same affects him or her onward afterward through the indirect lifetime.
  110. p. 290, line 10No specification is necessary, all that a male or female does, that is vigorous, benevolent, clean, is so much profit to him or her,
  111. p. 292, line 14Whom seating on their stools beside her on the platform,
  112. p. 292, line 18Cries, help! O help! and wrings her hands,
  113. p. 292, line 19Blinded her eyes, bleeding her breast,
  114. p. 293, line 6One glance swept from her clear calm eyes o'er all those upturn'd faces,
  115. p. 293, line 9While her gown touch'd them rustling in the silence,
  116. p. 293, line 10She vanish'd with her children in the dusk.
  117. p. 297, line 18Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow,
  118. p. 303, line 17Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism, spiritualism, and of the æsthetic or intellectual,
  119. p. 303, line 19Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body understands by subtle analogies all other theories,
  120. p. 312, line 25Across the stage with pallor on her face, yet lurid passion,
  121. p. 312, line 26Stalks Norma brandishing the dagger in her hand.
  122. p. 312, line 28Her hair down her back falls loose and dishevel'd.
  123. p. 313, line 5Awaking from her woes at last retriev'd Amina sings,
  124. p. 313, line 6Copious as stars and glad as morning light the torrents of her joy.
  125. p. 325, line 22The married couple sleep calmly in their bed, he with his palm on the hip of the wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,
  126. p. 325, line 25And the mother sleeps with her little child carefully wrapt.
  127. p. 327, line 1I am she who adorn'd herself and folded her hair expectantly,
  128. p. 329, line 10Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on the old homestead.
  129. p. 329, line 12On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rush-bottoming chairs,
  130. p. 329, line 13Her hair, straight, shiny, coarse, black, profuse, half-envelop'd her face,
  131. p. 329, line 14Her step was free and elastic, and her voice sounded exquisitely as she spoke.
  132. p. 329, line 16She look'd at the freshness of her tall-borne face and full and pliant limbs,
  133. p. 329, line 17The more she look'd upon her she loved her,
  134. p. 329, line 19She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fireplace, she cook'd food for her,
  135. p. 329, line 20She had no work to give her, but she gave her remembrance and fondness.
  136. p. 329, line 22O my mother was loth to have her go away,
  137. p. 329, line 23All the week she thought of her, she watch'd for her many a month,
  138. p. 329, line 24She remember'd her many a winter and many a summer,
  139. p. 331, line 22The bare arm of the girl crosses the bare breast of her lover, they press close without lust, his lips press her neck,
  140. p. 332, line 15I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her in whom I lay so long,
  141. p. 355, line 27She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.
  142. p. 355, line 29The sun just shines on her old white head.
  143. p. 356, line 1Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen,
  144. p. 356, line 2Her grandsons raised the flax, and her grand-daughters spun it with the distaff and the wheel.
  145. p. 376, line 16To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,
  146. p. 376, line 20To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth, life, love, to me the best,
  147. p. 377, line 6PENSIVE on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All,
  148. p. 377, line 9As she call'd to her earth with mournful voice while she stalk'd,
  149. p. 393, line 17Old Asia's there with venerable smile, seated amid her ruins;
  150. p. 395, line 10At last at nightfall strikes the breeze aright, her whole luck veering,
  151. p. 395, line 12"She's free—she's on her destination "—these the last words—when Jenny came, he sat there dead,
  152. p. 397, line 2(Now buried in an English grave—and this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,)
  153. p. 412, line 5Put on the old ship all her power to-day!
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