John Greenleaf Whittier

(17 December 1807 – 7 September 1892 / Haverhill, Massachusetts)

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

1. The Christian Tourists 4/6/2010
2. The Cities Of The Plain 4/6/2010
3. The Conquest Of Finland 4/6/2010
4. The Crisis 4/6/2010
5. The Disenthralled 4/6/2010
6. The Dole Of Jarl Thorkell 4/6/2010
7. The Dream Of Pio Nono 4/6/2010
8. The Drovers 4/6/2010
9. The Eve Of Election 4/6/2010
10. The Familist's Hymn 4/6/2010
11. The Garrison Of Cape Ann 4/6/2010
12. The Golden Wedding Of Longwood 4/6/2010
13. The Haschish 4/6/2010
14. The Hive At Gettysburg 4/6/2010
15. The Huskers 4/6/2010
16. The Inward Judge 4/6/2010
17. The Khan's Devil 4/6/2010
18. The Maids Of Attitash 4/6/2010
19. The Memory Of Burns 4/6/2010
20. The Men Of Old 4/6/2010
21. The Merrimac 4/6/2010
22. The Lost Statesman 4/6/2010
23. The Pass Of The Sierra 4/6/2010
24. The Pastoral Letter 4/6/2010
25. The Peace Of Europe 4/6/2010
26. The Prayer Of Agassiz 4/6/2010
27. The Prisoners Of Naples 4/6/2010
28. The Prophecy Of Samuel Sewall 4/6/2010
29. The Quaker Alumni 4/6/2010
30. The Rendition 4/6/2010
31. The Reunion 4/6/2010
32. The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore 4/6/2010
33. The Sentence Of John L. Brown 4/6/2010
34. The Sisters 4/6/2010
35. The Sisters - A Picture By Barry 4/6/2010
36. The Swan Song Of Parson Avery 4/6/2010
37. The Tent On The Beach 4/6/2010
38. The Truce Of Piscataqua 4/6/2010
39. The Vanishers 4/6/2010
40. The Vaudois Teacher 4/6/2010
Best Poem of John Greenleaf Whittier

In School-Days

Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still the sumachs grow,
And blackberry-vines are creeping.

Within, the master's desk is seen,
Deep-scarred by raps official;
The warping floor, the battered seats,
The jack-knife's carved initial;

The charcoal frescoes on its wall;
Its door's worn sill, betraying
The feet that, creeping slow to school,
Went storming out to playing!

Long years ago a winter sun
Shone over it at setting;
Lit up its western window-panes,
And low eaves' icy fretting. ...

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What The Birds Said

The birds against the April wind
Flew northward, singing as they flew;
They sang, "The land we leave behind
Has swords for corn-blades, blood for dew."

"O wild-birds, flying from the South,
What saw and heard ye, gazing down?"
"We saw the mortar's upturned mouth,
The sickened camp, the blazing town!

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