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 Crisis 4/6/2010
6. The Cry Of A Lost Soul 4/6/2010
7. The Curse Of The Charter-Breakers 4/6/2010
8. The Dead Feast Of The Kol-Folk 4/6/2010
9. The Disenthralled 4/6/2010
10. The Dole Of Jarl Thorkell 4/6/2010
11. The Dream Of Pio Nono 4/6/2010
12. The Drovers 4/6/2010
13. The Eve Of Election 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 Garrison Of Cape Ann 4/6/2010
19. The Golden Wedding Of Longwood 4/6/2010
20. The Haschish 4/6/2010
21. The Hive At Gettysburg 4/6/2010
22. The Huskers 4/6/2010
23. The Inward Judge 4/6/2010
24. The Khan's Devil 4/6/2010
25. The Lakeside 4/6/2010
26. The Legend Of St. Mark 4/6/2010
27. The Library 4/6/2010
28. The Lost Statesman 4/6/2010
29. The Meeting 4/6/2010
30. The Memory Of Burns 4/6/2010
31. The Men Of Old 4/6/2010
32. The Merrimac 4/6/2010
33. The Maids Of Attitash 4/6/2010
34. The Old Burying-Ground 4/6/2010
35. The Pageant 4/6/2010
36. The Pass Of The Sierra 4/6/2010
37. The Pastoral Letter 4/6/2010
38. The Palm-Tree 4/6/2010
39. The Peace Of Europe 4/6/2010
40. The Prayer Of Agassiz 4/6/2010

Comments about John Greenleaf Whittier

  • 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.

  • 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

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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