John Greenleaf Whittier

Haverhill, Massachusetts
John Greenleaf Whittier
Haverhill, Massachusetts
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Barbara Frietchie

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Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,

The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,

Fair as the garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,
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Sandra Wilson 15 July 2020
What happened to the flag she stole?
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joe parisella 01 December 2019
I wish I could be that brave I pray that some still are
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william callens 28 February 2019
my mom taught me this poem whean I was 7
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LILLAH CARNAFFIN 07 February 2018
My mother taught me this poem when I was 10 years old.
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willam 28 February 2019
that is cool
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Bill Caulfield 14 December 2017
Is Frederick town the current Frederick Maryland or Fredericksburg Maryland?
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Those millionaire football players might do well to read Barbara Fritchie's poem by Whittier, and shed a tear of shame at what they do.
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Tony Jennings 28 July 2009
I recite this to my S. Carolina friends when I see them it reminds them of home and recalls for me of standing in front of the class 66 years ago reciting it from memory for a visiting G.I. Colonel who was visiting my school on the eve of D-Day.
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Mauta Peter 28 March 2009
A great poem and deserving tribute to a deserving lady.
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Steven Good 09 May 2005
I love this poem, and I remember it from very early school days.
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