John Greenleaf Whittier

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

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

321. On The Big Horn 4/6/2010
322. The 4/6/2010
323. Hymn, Sung At Christmas By The Scholars Of St. Helena’s Island, S.C. 4/6/2010
324. What The Voice Said 4/6/2010
325. Mountain Pictures 4/6/2010
326. Bryant On His Birthday 4/6/2010
327. Adjustment 4/6/2010
328. Daniel Neall 4/6/2010
329. The Bridal Of Pennacook 4/6/2010
330. Conductor Bradley 4/6/2010
331. George L. Stearns 4/6/2010
332. Benedicite 4/6/2010
333. Chalkey Hall 4/6/2010
334. Between The Gates 4/6/2010
335. Bayard Taylor 4/6/2010
336. Calef In Boston, 1692 4/6/2010
337. Fitz-Greene Halleck 4/6/2010
338. The Branded Hand 4/6/2010
339. Mabel Martin 4/6/2010
340. I Was A Stranger, And Ye Took Me In 4/6/2010
341. William Francis Bartlett 4/6/2010
342. In Remembrance Of Joseph Sturge 4/6/2010
343. Channing 4/6/2010
344. Conduct 4/6/2010
345. Incription To Milton 4/6/2010
346. The Farewell 1/3/2003
347. The Answer 4/6/2010
348. Wordsworth 4/6/2010
349. King Volmer And Elsie 4/6/2010
350. Inscriptions On A Sun-Dial 4/6/2010
351. Garibaldi 4/6/2010
352. Clerical Oppressors 4/6/2010
353. Questions Of Life 4/6/2010
354. Hymn For The Celebration Of Emancipation At Newburyport 4/6/2010
355. Brown Of Ossawatomie 4/6/2010
356. What The Traveller Said At Sunset 4/6/2010
357. Astraea 4/6/2010
358. Daniel Wheeler 4/6/2010
359. A Summer Pilgrimage 4/6/2010
360. Arisen At Last 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

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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