Treasure Island

John Greenleaf Whittier

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

Quotations

  • ''How dwarfed against his manliness
    She sees the poor pretension,
    The wants, the aims, the follies, born
    Of fashion and convention!''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. "Among the Hills."
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  • ''Give fools their gold, and knaves their power;
    Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall;
    Who sows a field, or trains a flower,
    Or plants a tree, is more than all.''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. A Song of Harvest.
  • ''Through this broad street, restless ever,
    Ebbs and flows a human tide,
    Wave on wave a living river;
    Wealth and fashion side by side;
    Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. At Washington, st. 2.
  • ''She leaned far out on the window-sill,
    And shook it forth with a royal will.

    "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
    But spare your country's flag," she said.

    A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
    Over the face of the leader came;''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 33-38). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
    Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;

    Bravest of all in Frederick town,
    She took up the flag the men hauled down;''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 17-20). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
  • ''"Who touches a hair of yon gray head
    Dies like a dog! March on!" he said''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 41-42). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Up from the meadows rich with corn,
    Clear in the cool September morn,''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Honor to her! and let a tear
    Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.

    Over Barbara Frietchie's grave,
    Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 53-56). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
  • ''All else is gone; from those great eyes
    The soul has fled:
    When faith is lost, when honor dies,
    The man is dead!

    Then, pay the reverence of old days
    To his dead fame;
    Walk backward, with averted gaze,
    And hide the shame!''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Ichabod (l. 29-36). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
    Which once he wore!
    The glory from his gray hairs gone
    Forevermore!''
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Ichabod (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.

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The Pipes At Lucknow

Pipes of the misty moorlands,
Voice of the glens and hills;
The droning of the torrents,
The treble of the rills!
Not the braes of bloom and heather,
Nor the mountains dark with rain,
Nor maiden bower, nor border tower,
Have heard your sweetest strain!

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