John Greenleaf Whittier

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

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

161. The Last Walk In Autumn 4/6/2010
162. The Landmarks 4/6/2010
163. The Shadow And The Light 4/6/2010
164. The Poor Voter On Election Day 4/6/2010
165. The Wishing Bridge 4/6/2010
166. To Englishmen 4/6/2010
167. The Brother Of Mercy 4/6/2010
168. The Laurels 4/6/2010
169. The Corn Song 4/6/2010
170. The Word 4/6/2010
171. The Witch Of Wenham 4/6/2010
172. The Well Of Loch Maree 4/6/2010
173. The Wife Of Manoah To Her Husband 4/6/2010
174. The Pressed Gentian 4/6/2010
175. The Singer 4/6/2010
176. The Palatine 4/6/2010
177. The Emancipation Group 4/6/2010
178. The Homestead 4/6/2010
179. The Kansas Emigrants 4/6/2010
180. The Grave By The Lake 4/6/2010
181. Voice Of New England 4/6/2010
182. The Exiles. 1660 4/6/2010
183. The Reformer 4/6/2010
184. Thy Will Be Done 4/6/2010
185. To A Friend 4/6/2010
186. The Quaker Of The Olden Time 4/6/2010
187. The River Path 4/6/2010
188. The Robin 4/6/2010
189. The Mystic’s Christmas 4/6/2010
190. The Panorama 4/6/2010
191. The Double-Headed Snake Of Newbury 4/6/2010
192. The Fishermen 4/6/2010
193. The Ship-Builders 4/6/2010
194. The Wreck Of Rivermouth 4/6/2010
195. To Charles Sumner 4/6/2010
196. The Human Sacrifice 4/6/2010
197. The Peace Convention At Brussels 4/6/2010
198. Toussaint L’ouverture 4/6/2010
199. The Trailing Arbutus 4/6/2010
200. The Yankee Girl 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

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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