John Greenleaf Whittier

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

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

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

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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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