John Greenleaf Whittier

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

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

241. Nauhaught, The Deacon 4/6/2010
242. Hymns From The French Of Lamartine 4/6/2010
243. The Birthday Wreath 4/6/2010
244. Our State 4/6/2010
245. June On The Merrimac 4/6/2010
246. Naples 4/6/2010
247. Lydia H. Sigourney 4/6/2010
248. Proem 4/6/2010
249. Letter From A Missionary Of The Methodist Episcopal Church South, In Kansas, To A Distinguished Politician. Douglas Mission 1854. 4/6/2010
250. Le Marais Du Cygne 4/6/2010
251. Hymn Ii 4/6/2010
252. Hymn Of The Dunkers 4/6/2010
253. Mogg Megone - Part I. 4/6/2010
254. Overruled 4/6/2010
255. Greeting 4/6/2010
256. Hymn For The Opening Of Plymouth Church, St. Paul, Minnesota 4/6/2010
257. My Dream 4/6/2010
258. My Namesake 4/6/2010
259. Mary Garvin 4/6/2010
260. Mithridates At Chios 4/6/2010
261. Hymn For The House Of Worship At Georgetown, Erected In Memory Of A Mother 4/6/2010
262. Lines From A Letter To A Young Clerical Friend 4/6/2010
263. Our River 4/6/2010
264. Pictures 4/6/2010
265. Help 4/6/2010
266. How Mary Grew 4/6/2010
267. The Brown Dwarf Of Rügen (From Narrative And Legendary Poems ) 1/1/2004
268. Paean 4/6/2010
269. Lucy Hooper 4/6/2010
270. Our Country 4/6/2010
271. Norembega 4/6/2010
272. Hymns Of The Brahmo Somaj 4/6/2010
273. Mulford 4/6/2010
274. Marguerite 4/6/2010
275. Mogg Megone - Part Iii. 4/6/2010
276. Lines On The Portrait Of A Celebrated Publisher 4/6/2010
277. R. S. S., At Deer Island On The Merrimac 4/6/2010
278. Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864 4/6/2010
279. For An Autumn Festival 4/6/2010
280. St. John. 1647 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

Randolph Of Roanoke

O Mother Earth! upon thy lap
Thy weary ones receiving,
And o'er them, silent as a dream,
Thy grassy mantle weaving,
Fold softly in thy long embrace
That heart so worn and broken,
And cool its pulse of fire beneath
Thy shadows old and oaken.

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