Poet John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

  • 1.  
    On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,
    Ridged o'er with many a drifted heap;The wind that through the pine-trees sung
  • 2.  
    O Christ of God! whose life and death
    Our own have reconciled,Most quietly, most tenderly
  • 3.  
    Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
    Heap high the golden corn!No richer gift has Autumn poured
  • 4.  
    Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
    The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold,
  • 5.  
    Voice of the Holy Spirit, making known
    Man to himself, a witness swift and sure,Warning, approving, true and wise and pure,
  • 6.  
    Calm on the breast of Loch Maree
    A little isle reposes;A shadow woven of the oak
  • 7.  
    I.
    FRANCONIA FROM THE PEMIGEWASSET
  • 8.  
    My thoughts are all in yonder town,
    Where, wept by many tears,To-day my mother's friend lays down
  • 9.  
    'TIS over, Moses! All is lost!
    I hear the bells a-ringing;Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host
  • 10.  
    Where ceaseless Spring her garland twines,
    As sweetly shall the loved one rest,As if beneath the whispering pines
  • 11.  
    From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like span
    Of the sky, I see the white gleam of the headland of Cape Ann.Well I know its coves and beaches to the ebb-tide glimmering down,
  • 12.  
    THE land was pale with famine
    And racked with fever-pain;The frozen fiords were fishless,
  • 13.  
    MEN of the North-land! where's the manly spirit
    Of the true-hearted and the unshackled gone?Sons of old freemen, do we but inherit
  • 14.  
    I ask not now for gold to gild
    With mocking shine a weary frame;The yearning of the mind is stilled,
  • 15.  
    My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
    Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong; So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
  • 16.  
    A PIOUS magistrate! sound his praise throughout
    The wondering churches. Who shall henceforth doubtThat the long-wished millennium draweth nigh?
  • 17.  
    PRELUDE
    ALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,
  • 18.  
    With wisdom far beyond her years,
    And graver than her wondering peers,So strong, so mild, combining still
  • 19.  
    WITH clearer light, Cross of the South, shine forth
    In blue Brazilian skies;And thou, O river, cleaving half the earth
  • 20.  
    For ages on our river borders,
    These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,
  • 21.  
    Friend of my many years!
    When the great silence falls, at last, on me,Let me not leave, to pain and sadden thee,
  • 22.  
    I have not felt, o'er seas of sand,
    The rocking of the desert bark;Nor laved at Hebron's fount my hand,
  • 23.  
    ACCOMPANYING MANUSCRIPTS PRESENTED TO A FRIEND.

  • 24.  
    The autumn-time has come;
    On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines,
  • 25.  
    The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken,
    One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;One heart from among us no longer shall thrill
  • 26.  
    Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come
    To set de people free;An' massa tink it day ob doom,
  • 27.  
    Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old,
    Formless and void the dead earth rolled;Deaf to Thy heaven's sweet music, blind
  • 28.  
    A tender child of summers three,
    Seeking her little bed at night,Paused on the dark stair timidly.
  • 29.  
    BENEATH thy skies, November!
    Thy skies of cloud and rain,Around our blazing camp-fires
  • 30.  
    No bird-song floated down the hill,
    The tangled bank below was still;
  • 31.  
    WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.

  • 32.  
    A STRONG and mighty Angel,
    Calm, terrible, and bright,The cross in blended red and blue
  • 33.  
    O HOLY FATHER! just and true
    Are all Thy works and words and ways,And unto Thee alone are due
  • 34.  
    Sunlight upon Judha's hills!
    And on the waves of Galilee;On Jordan's stream, and on the rills
  • 35.  
    Dark the halls, and cold the feast,
    Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,
  • 36.  
    NIGHT on the city of the Moor!
    On mosque and tomb, and white-walled shore,On sea-waves, to whose ceaseless knock
  • 37.  
    A shallow stream, from fountains
    Deep in the Sandwich mountains,Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;
  • 38.  
    .

  • 39.  
    Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage

  • 40.  
    'Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day!
    Ungirded, unsandalled, arise and away!'T is the vintage of blood, 't is the fulness of time,
  • 41.  
    Its windows flashing to the sky,
    Beneath a thousand roofs of brown,Far down the vale, my friend and I
  • 42.  
    THRICE welcome to thy sisters of the East,
    To the strong tillers of a rugged home,With spray-wet locks to Northern winds released,
  • 43.  
    Beside that milestone where the level sun,
    Nigh unto setting, sheds his last, low raysOn word and work irrevocably done,
  • 44.  
    The threads our hands in blindness spin
    No self-determined plan weaves in;The shuttle of the unseen powers
  • 45.  
    The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken,
    And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moanRound fane and altar overthrown and broken,
  • 46.  
    John Pierpont, the eloquent preacher and poet of Boston.

  • 47.  
    The birds against the April wind
    Flew northward, singing as they flew; They sang, "The land we leave behind
  • 48.  
    JUST God! and these are they
    Who minister at thine altar, God of Right!Men who their hands with prayer and blessing lay
  • 49.  
    Piero Luca, known of all the town
    As the gray porter by the Pitti wallWhere the noon shadows of the gardens fall,
  • 50.  
    Here is the place; right over the hill
    Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the old wall still,
Total 471 poems written by John Greenleaf Whittier

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