Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

The lines with “she”

she 109 Back to S

  1. p. 10, line 10She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night,
  2. p. 16, line 21The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately—below emulous waves press forward,
  3. p. 36, line 6The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,
  4. 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.
  5. p. 37, line 4She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,
  6. p. 37, line 5She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.
  7. p. 37, line 6Which of the young men does she like the best?
  8. p. 37, line 11The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.
  9. p. 38, line 18And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else,
  10. p. 39, line 3The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings,
  11. p. 57, line 12Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh,
  12. p. 57, line 25Pleas'd with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously,
  13. p. 84, line 13She is in her place and moves with perfect balance,
  14. p. 84, line 14She is all things duly veil'd, she is both passive and active,
  15. p. 84, line 15She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters.
  16. p. 85, line 11Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight?
  17. p. 86, line 11She too is not only herself, she is the teeming mother of mothers,
  18. p. 86, line 12She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.
  19. p. 88, line 6A WOMAN waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
  20. p. 94, line 18Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
  21. p. 106, line 10You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
  22. p. 123, line 11Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.
  23. p. 125, line 24None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health,
  24. p. 145, line 14I hear the cry again sent down from the mast-head, There—she blows!
  25. p. 153, line 17When he or she appears materials are overaw'd,
  26. p. 157, line 9She less guarded than ever, yet more guarded than ever,
  27. p. 157, line 10The gross and soil'd she moves among do not make her gross and soil'd,
  28. p. 157, line 11She knows the thoughts as she passes, nothing is conceal'd from her,
  29. p. 157, line 12She is none the less considerate or friendly therefor,
  30. p. 157, line 13She is the best belov'd, it is without exception, she has no reason to fear and she does not fear,
  31. p. 157, line 14Oaths, quarrels, hiccupp'd songs, smutty expressions, are idle to her as she passes,
  32. p. 157, line 15She is silent, she is possess'd of herself, they do not offend her,
  33. p. 157, line 16She receives them as the laws of Nature receive them, she is strong,
  34. p. 157, line 17She too is a law of Nature—there is no law stronger than she is.
  35. p. 158, line 21She comes! I hear the rustling of her gown,
  36. p. 170, line 21The wife, and she is not one jot less than the husband,
  37. p. 170, line 22The daughter, and she is just as good as the son,
  38. p. 170, line 23The mother, and she is every bit as much as the father.
  39. p. 177, line 28Sits she whom I too love like the rest, sits undisturb'd,
  40. p. 177, line 30Glance as she sits, inviting none, denying none,
  41. p. 178, line 22Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid,
  42. p. 178, line 23You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky,
  43. p. 188, line 1These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress over them,
  44. p. 188, line 11Saw the divine infant where she woke mournfully wailing, amid the roar of cannon, curses, shouts, crash of falling buildings,
  45. p. 191, line 8Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my bay,
  46. p. 191, line 9Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long,
  47. p. 199, line 21O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea!
  48. p. 199, line 28But not altogether still, for then she might not come immediately to me.
  49. p. 209, line 15The wake of the sea-ship after she passes, flashing and frolicsome under the sun,
  50. p. 216, line 18She hers, he his, pursuing.
  51. p. 217, line 17Falling upon her even when she sleeps.
  52. p. 219, line 9How she led the rest to arms, how she gave the cue,
  53. p. 219, line 10How at once with lithe limbs unwaiting a moment she sprang,
  54. p. 220, line 19(Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does she speak to detain him,)
  55. p. 237, line 6Fast as she can she hurries, something ominous, her steps trembling,
  56. p. 237, line 7She does not tarry to smooth her hair nor adjust her cap.
  57. p. 237, line 11All swims before her eyes, flashes with black, she catches the main words only,
  58. p. 237, line 25She with thin form presently drest in black,
  59. p. 237, line 28O that she might withdraw unnoticed, silent from life escape and withdraw,
  60. p. 249, line 14No further does she say, but lingering all the day,
  61. p. 249, line 15Her high-borne turban'd head she wags, and rolls her darkling eye,
  62. p. 272, line 17He or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original practical example.
  63. p. 281, line 24The Mother of All, yet here as ever she watches you.
  64. 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,
  65. 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,
  66. p. 284, line 12Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir,
  67. p. 289, line 13In exact proportion to what he or she grew from in life, and out of what he or she did, felt, became, loved, sinn'd, in life.
  68. p. 292, line 15She, first preluding with the instrument a low and musical prelude,
  69. p. 292, line 21Ceaseless she paces to and fro,
  70. p. 293, line 10She vanish'd with her children in the dusk.
  71. 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,
  72. p. 327, line 1I am she who adorn'd herself and folded her hair expectantly,
  73. p. 328, line 16I look where the ship helplessly heads end on, I hear the burst as she strikes, I hear the howls of dismay, they grow fainter and fainter.
  74. p. 329, line 10Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on the old homestead.
  75. p. 329, line 12On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rush-bottoming chairs,
  76. p. 329, line 14Her step was free and elastic, and her voice sounded exquisitely as she spoke.
  77. p. 329, line 16She look'd at the freshness of her tall-borne face and full and pliant limbs,
  78. p. 329, line 17The more she look'd upon her she loved her,
  79. p. 329, line 18Never before had she seen such wonderful beauty and purity,
  80. p. 329, line 19She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fireplace, she cook'd food for her,
  81. p. 329, line 20She had no work to give her, but she gave her remembrance and fondness.
  82. p. 329, line 21The red squaw staid all the forenoon, and toward the middle of the afternoon she went away,
  83. p. 329, line 23All the week she thought of her, she watch'd for her many a month,
  84. p. 329, line 24She remember'd her many a winter and many a summer,
  85. p. 355, line 13She speaks to the limber-hipp'd man near the garden pickets,
  86. p. 355, line 14Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man,
  87. p. 355, line 27She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.
  88. p. 355, line 28She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,
  89. p. 377, line 9As she call'd to her earth with mournful voice while she stalk'd,
  90. p. 377, line 10Absorb them well O my earth, she cried, I charge you lose not my sons, lose not an atom,
  91. p. 379, line 19The ship is clear at last, she leaps!
  92. p. 379, line 20She swiftly courses from the shore,