John Greenleaf Whittier

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

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

1. The Rock In El Ghor 4/6/2010
2. The Christian Tourists 4/6/2010
3. The Christmas Of 1888 4/6/2010
4. The Cities Of The Plain 4/6/2010
5. The Conquest Of Finland 4/6/2010
6. The Crisis 4/6/2010
7. The Cry Of A Lost Soul 4/6/2010
8. The Curse Of The Charter-Breakers 4/6/2010
9. The Dead Feast Of The Kol-Folk 4/6/2010
10. The Disenthralled 4/6/2010
11. The Dole Of Jarl Thorkell 4/6/2010
12. The Dream Of Pio Nono 4/6/2010
13. The Drovers 4/6/2010
14. The Familist's Hymn 4/6/2010
15. The Fountain 4/6/2010
16. The Freed Islands 4/6/2010
17. The Friend’s Burial 4/6/2010
18. The Eve Of Election 4/6/2010
19. The Garrison Of Cape Ann 4/6/2010
20. The Golden Wedding Of Longwood 4/6/2010
21. The Haschish 4/6/2010
22. The Hive At Gettysburg 4/6/2010
23. The Huskers 4/6/2010
24. The Inward Judge 4/6/2010
25. The Khan's Devil 4/6/2010
26. The Lakeside 4/6/2010
27. The Last Eve Of Summer 4/6/2010
28. The Legend Of St. Mark 4/6/2010
29. The Library 4/6/2010
30. The Lost Statesman 4/6/2010
31. The Meeting 4/6/2010
32. The Memory Of Burns 4/6/2010
33. The Men Of Old 4/6/2010
34. The Merrimac 4/6/2010
35. The Maids Of Attitash 4/6/2010
36. The Old Burying-Ground 4/6/2010
37. The Pageant 4/6/2010
38. The Pass Of The Sierra 4/6/2010
39. The Pastoral Letter 4/6/2010
40. The Palm-Tree 4/6/2010

Comments about John Greenleaf Whittier

  • Robert Prindle (6/24/2018 12:32:00 PM)

    I have a poem by JGW written to an ancestor. She was Mary Esther Carter (my mother's maiden name) and lived next to him in Amesbury or Newburysport. All my Carters were from those two towns. Caroline was 32 at the time.
    The poem's titled Valentine. It ends with his signature and 42. Dated 1849. Not sure if this is just handed down through generations or it's publicized.

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  • Bertha Haynes ( (4/15/2018 7:41:00 PM)

    Sirs/Madam, I have a question: Would you please help me by telling me the date Don't Quit was written/published (was it written by John Greenleaf Whittier or Edgar Guest?) and the name of the publisher? If there is a cost for this info., please email me and let me know the cost. Thanks.

  • L.b. Strawn (4/23/2012 11:27:00 PM)

    I am not sure my PREVIOUS comment came through to you because I have had so much trouble with your verification codes. Several times I know the numbers were right but I was constantly informed that THE CODE THAT I GAVE WAS WRONG.

  • L.b. Strawn (4/23/2012 11:21:00 PM)

    J.G. Whittier
    I have a book of Longfellow poems, last copyrighted 1893 and published 1894, in which it has the name to whom it was given and the date Christmas '95. It was initialed by the giver as D.W. W. Then there is a very good, two verse poem, hand written, that is signed John G, Whittier, Since Whittier died in 1892, it evidently could not have been him who placed it in the book. Could it have been D.W.W. who placed it there and signed it with John's name just to show the he was the author?
    Do you ever consider the works of present day authors? Would you consider going to my web site and giving me your evaluation of the poems? The 2nd and 3rd are comical. After those are the better ones. Web address: http: // email address: poetman99

Best Poem of John Greenleaf Whittier

Barbara Frietchie

Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,

The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,

Fair as the garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,

On that pleasant morn of the early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall;

Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.

Forty flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,

Flapped in the ...

Read the full of Barbara Frietchie

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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