157. The Lumbermen WILDLY round our woodland quarters
Sad-voiced Autumn grieves;Thickly down these swelling waters
158. The Common Question Behind us at our evening meal
The gray bird ate his fill,Swung downward by a single claw,
159. My Playmate The pines were dark on Ramoth hill,
Their song was soft and low;The blossoms in the sweet May wind
160. How The Women Went From Dover THE tossing spray of Cocheco's fall
Hardened to ice on its rocky wall,As through Dover town in the chill, gray dawn,
161. The Two Rabbins THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and ten
Walked blameless through the evil world, and then,Just as the almond blossomed in his hair,
162. Cassandra Southwick To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today,
From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away;Yes, he who cooled the furnace around the faithful three,
163. To Faneuil Hall MEN! if manhood still ye claim,
If the Northern pulse can thrill,Roused by wrong or stung by shame,
164. The Legend Of St. Mark The day is closing dark and cold,
With roaring blast and sleety showers;And through the dusk the lilacs wear
165. Garrison THE storm and peril overpast,
The hounding hatred shamed and still,Go, soul of freedom! take at last
166. A Memory Here, while the loom of Winter weaves
The shroud of flowers and fountains,I think of thee and summer eves
167. Laus Deo It is done!
Clang of bell and roar of gunSend the tidings up and down.
184. The Witch's Daughter It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar-bins are closely stowed,
And garrets bend beneath their load,
185. The Weary of jangling noises never stilled,
The skeptic's sneer, the bigot's hate, the din
Of clashing texts, the webs of creed men spin
186. Arisen At Last I SAID I stood upon thy grave,
My Mother State, when last the moon
Of blossoms clomb the skies of June.
187. Tauler Tauler, the preacher, walked, one autumn day,
Without the walls of Strasburg, by the Rhine,
Pondering the solemn Miracle of Life;
188. The Sisters ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain,
Woke in the night to the sound of rain,
189. At Washington WITH a cold and wintry noon-light.
On its roofs and steeples shed,
Shadows weaving with t e sunlight
190. The Jubilee Singers VOICE of a people suffering long,
The pathos of their mournful song,
The sorrow of their night of wrong!
191. Barclay Of Ury Up the streets of Aberdeen,
By the kirk and college green,
Rode the Laird of Ury;
192. Daniel Wheeler O Dearly loved!
And worthy of our love! No more
Thy aged form shall rise before
193. Our River FOR A SUMMER FESTIVAL AT 'THE LAURELS' ON THE MERRIMAC.
Once more on yonder laurelled height
194. Lexington 1775.
No Berserk thirst of blood had they,
195. The Bay Of Seven Islands FROM the green Amesbury hill which bears the name
Of that half mythic ancestor of mine
Who trod its slopes two hundred years ago,
196. A Sabbath Scene SCARCE had the solemn Sabbath-bell
Ceased quivering in the steeple,
Scarce had the parson to his desk
197. The Two Angels God called the nearest angels who dwell with Him above:
The tenderest one was Pity, the dearest one was Love.
198. A Memorial Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,
The solemn vista to the tomb
Must know henceforth another shadow,
199. St. Martin's Summer Though flowers have perished at the touch
Of Frost, the early comer,
I hail the season loved so much,
200. The Pine Tree LIFT again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted shield,
Give to Northern winds the Pine-Tree on our banner's tattered field.
Sons of men who sat in council with their Bibles round the board,
Total 471 poems written by John Greenleaf Whittier
Poem of the day
On A Fork Of Byron's by James Brunton Stephens
Like any other fork.'No mark you meet with
To point some psychological conceit with.
An ordinary fork. A fork to eat with.
No individuality of fashion:
No stamp of frenzy fine, or poet-passion;
An article in no respect Parnassian.