Poet John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

  • 451.  
    She sang alone, ere womanhood had known
    The gift of song which fills the air to-day Tender and sweet, a music all her own
  • 452.  
    THE suns of eighteen centuries have shone Since the Redeemer walked with man, and made
  • 453.  
    So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
    Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone
  • 454.  
    A gold fringe on the purpling hem
    Of hills the river runs, As down its long, green valley falls
  • 455.  
    A DREAR and desolate shore!
    Where no tree unfolds its leaves, And never the spring wind weaves
  • 456.  
    Another hand is beckoning us,
    Another call is given; And glows once more with Angel-steps
  • 457.  
    To-day the plant by Williams set
    Its summer bloom discloses; The wilding sweethrier of his prayers
  • 458.  
    The land, that, from the rule of kings,
    In freeing us, itself made free, Our Old World Sister, to us brings
  • 459.  
    HE had bowed down to drunkenness,
    An abject worshipper: The pride of manhood's pulse had grown
  • 460.  
    I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made
    Against the bitter East their barricade, And, guided by its sweet
  • 461.  
    You flung your taunt across the wave;
    We bore it as became us, Well knowing that the fettered slave
  • 462.  
    THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,
    One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee! Like the oak of the mountain, deep-rooted and firm,
  • 463.  
    STATESMAN, I thank thee! and, if yet dissent
    Mingles, reluctant, with my large content, I cannot censure what was nobly meant.
  • 464.  
    I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--
    Too light perhaps for serious years, though born Of the enforced leisure of slow pain,--
  • 465.  
    In the old days (a custom laid aside
    With breeches and cocked hats) the people sent Their wisest men to make the public laws.
  • 466.  
    The new world honors him whose lofty plea
    For England's freedom made her own more sure, Whose song, immortal as its theme, shall be
  • 467.  
    The shadows grow and deepen round me,
    I feel the deffall in the air; The muezzin of the darkening thicket,
  • 468.  
    In calm and cool and silence, once again
    I find my old accustomed place among My brethren, where, perchance, no human tongue
  • 469.  
    They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;
    Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee; The princes of our ancient line
  • 470.  
  • 471.  
    A sound as if from bells of silver,
    Or elfin cymbals smitten clear, Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.
Total 471 poems written by John Greenleaf Whittier

Poem of the day

 by Sara Teasdale

Love looked back as he took his flight,
And lo, his eyes were filled with tears.
Was it for love of lost delight
Love looked back as he took his flight?
Only I know while day grew night,
Turning still to the vanished years,
Love looked back as he took his flight,
And lo, his eyes were filled with tears.

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