John Greenleaf Whittier

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

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

1. A Christmas Carmen 4/6/2010
2. A Day 4/6/2010
3. A Dream Of Summer 4/6/2010
4. A Greeting 4/6/2010
5. A Lament 4/6/2010
6. A Lay Of Old Time 4/6/2010
7. A Legacy 4/6/2010
8. A Letter 4/6/2010
9. A Memorial 4/6/2010
10. A Memory 4/6/2010
11. A Mystery 4/6/2010
12. A Name 4/6/2010
13. A Sabbath Scene 4/6/2010
14. A Sea Dream 4/6/2010
15. A Song For The Time 4/6/2010
16. A Song Inscribed To The Fremont Clubs 4/6/2010
17. A Spiritual Manifestation 4/6/2010
18. A Summer Pilgrimage 4/6/2010
19. A Summons 4/6/2010
20. A Welcome To Lowell 4/6/2010
21. A Woman 4/6/2010
22. A Word For The Hour 1/3/2003
23. Abolition Of Slavery In The District Of Columbia, 1862 4/6/2010
24. Abraham Davenport 4/6/2010
25. Abram Morrison 4/6/2010
26. Adjustment 4/6/2010
27. Aechdeacon Barbour 4/6/2010
28. After Election 4/6/2010
29. All’s Well 4/6/2010
30. Among The Hills 4/6/2010
31. Amy Wentworth 4/6/2010
32. An Artist Of The Beautiful 4/6/2010
33. An Autograph 1/3/2003
34. An Easter Flower Gift 4/6/2010
35. An Outdoor Reception 4/6/2010
36. Andrew Rykman’s Prayer 4/6/2010
37. Anniversary Poem 4/6/2010
38. April 4/6/2010
39. Arisen At Last 4/6/2010
40. Astraea 4/6/2010

Comments about John Greenleaf Whittier

  • Catherine Patterson (4/25/2019 9:37:00 AM)

    I used the last line, " Eternal Love Remains" from " Immortal Love, Forever Full" as the epitaph on my husband's gravestone in 2006.

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  • Linda (2/25/2019 4:40:00 AM)

    This poem is NOT by John Greenleaf Whittier. It may have been quoted by him, but it is much older. It goes back to Persia in the 12th century. Reference " Best Loved Poems of the American People

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  • Hayden Holmes (1/16/2019 3:45:00 PM)

    I really hate poems

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  • 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. RPrindle@verizon.net

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  • Bertha Haynes (bhaynes72@aol.com) (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.

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  • 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.

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  • 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: //sbcglobalpwp.att.net/p/e/petezman/ email address: poetman99

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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. ...

Read the full of In School-Days

Telling The Bees

Here is the place; right over the hill
Runs the path I took;
You can see the gap in the old wall still,
And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook.

There is the house, with the gate red-barred,
And the poplars tall;
And the barn's brown length, and the cattle-yard,
And the white horns tossing above the wall.

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