John Greenleaf Whittier

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

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

81. To The Memory Of Thomas Shipley 4/6/2010
82. To The Reformers Of England 4/6/2010
83. To The Thirty-Ninth Congress 4/6/2010
84. To William H. Seward 4/6/2010
85. To Ronge 4/6/2010
86. To Samuel E. Sewall And Harriet W. Sewall Of Melrose 4/6/2010
87. Trinitas 4/6/2010
88. Utterance 4/6/2010
89. Valuation 4/6/2010
90. Somehow not only for Christmas 12/14/2015
91. To The Memory Of Charles B. Storrs 4/6/2010
92. To Pius Ix 4/6/2010
93. To My Sister, 4/6/2010
94. To Oliver Wendell Holmes 4/6/2010
95. To Massachusetts 4/6/2010
96. The Relic 4/6/2010
97. To J. P. 4/6/2010
98. To Avis Keene 4/6/2010
99. To A Cape Ann Schooner 4/6/2010
100. The Summons 4/6/2010
101. The Wood Giant 4/6/2010
102. The Ranger 4/6/2010
103. The Lost Occasion 4/6/2010
104. The Problem 4/6/2010
105. The Proclamation 4/6/2010
106. The Preacher 4/6/2010
107. The Peace Autumn 4/6/2010
108. The Over-Heart 4/6/2010
109. The Mantle Of St. John De Matha. A Legend Of 4/6/2010
110. The New Exodus 4/6/2010
111. The New Wife And The Old 4/6/2010
112. The New Year 4/6/2010
113. The Lumbermen 4/6/2010
114. The King's Missive 4/6/2010
115. The Knight Of St. John 4/6/2010
116. The Jubilee Singers 4/6/2010
117. The Hermit Of Thebaid 4/6/2010
118. The Fruit-Gift 4/6/2010
119. The Farewell Of A Virginia Slave Mother 4/6/2010
120. The Female Martyr 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. 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.

  • 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

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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