John Greenleaf Whittier

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

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

281. In Quest 4/6/2010
282. Italy 4/6/2010
283. How The Robin Came 4/6/2010
284. Lines On The Death Of S. Oliver Torrey 4/6/2010
285. Leggett’s Monument 4/6/2010
286. Revelation 4/6/2010
287. Miriam 4/6/2010
288. Moloch In State Street 4/6/2010
289. King Solomon And The Ants 4/6/2010
290. Haverhill 4/6/2010
291. Garrison 4/6/2010
292. Derne 4/6/2010
293. St.Gregory's Guest 4/6/2010
294. Palestine 4/6/2010
295. In Peace 4/6/2010
296. Laying Up Treasure 4/6/2010
297. Funeral Tree Of The Sokokis 4/6/2010
298. In Memory: James T. Fields 4/6/2010
299. Tauler 4/6/2010
300. Invocation 4/6/2010
301. Official Piety 4/6/2010
302. Our River 4/6/2010
303. An Artist Of The Beautiful 4/6/2010
304. William Forster 4/6/2010
305. Hymn Of The Children 4/6/2010
306. Inscription-For The Relief By Preston Powers 4/6/2010
307. Aechdeacon Barbour 4/6/2010
308. Song Of Slaves In The Desert 4/6/2010
309. Voyage Of The Jettie 4/6/2010
310. Kenoza Lake 4/6/2010
311. After Election 4/6/2010
312. Dedication - Songs Of Labor 4/6/2010
313. What Of The Day 4/6/2010
314. Howard At Atlanta 4/6/2010
315. Extract From 4/6/2010
316. Astræa At The Capitol 4/6/2010
317. Lines On A Fly-Leaf 4/6/2010
318. Wilson 4/6/2010
319. Hymn I 4/6/2010
320. On The Big Horn 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

The Pipes At Lucknow

Pipes of the misty moorlands,
Voice of the glens and hills;
The droning of the torrents,
The treble of the rills!
Not the braes of bloom and heather,
Nor the mountains dark with rain,
Nor maiden bower, nor border tower,
Have heard your sweetest strain!

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