John Greenleaf Whittier

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

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

441. A Memory 4/6/2010
442. The Brown Dwarf Of Rügen (From Narrative And Legendary Poems ) 1/1/2004
443. Howard At Atlanta 4/6/2010
444. A Day 4/6/2010
445. The Pipes At Lucknow 1/3/2003
446. The Human Sacrifice 4/6/2010
447. The Kansas Emigrants 4/6/2010
448. The Brewing Of Soma 4/6/2010
449. The Dead Ship Of Harpswell 4/6/2010
450. Hymn For The Celebration Of Emancipation At Newburyport 4/6/2010
451. Chicago 4/6/2010
452. Cassandra Southwick 4/6/2010
453. The Norsemen ( From Narrative And Legendary Poems ) 1/1/2004
454. What The Birds Said 1/3/2003
455. A Sabbath Scene 4/6/2010
456. The Battle Autumn Of 1862 4/6/2010
457. The Farewell 1/3/2003
458. Kathleen 4/6/2010
459. Godspeed 1/3/2003
460. Ichabod 1/3/2003
461. April 4/6/2010
462. By Their Works 12/19/2003
463. A Legacy 4/6/2010
464. Telling The Bees 1/3/2003
465. Burning Drift-Wood 1/3/2003
466. Hampton Beach 4/6/2010
467. A Word For The Hour 1/3/2003
468. The Worship Of Nature 1/3/2003
469. The Witch's Daughter 4/6/2010
470. The Hunters Of Men 4/6/2010
471. Immortal Love, Forever Full 1/3/2003
472. A Dream Of Summer 4/6/2010
473. My Trust 4/6/2010
474. Maud Muller 1/3/2003
475. From "Snow-Bound," 11:1-40, 116-154 1/20/2003
476. Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl 1/1/2004
477. The Eternal Goodness 1/3/2003
478. Flowers In Winter 1/3/2003
479. If Thou Of Fortune Be Bereft 11/26/2014
480. In School-Days 1/3/2003

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. RPrindle@verizon.net

  • 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.

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

Best Poem of John Greenleaf Whittier

The Barefoot Boy

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy, -
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art, - the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye, -
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on ...

Read the full of The Barefoot Boy

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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