To William H. Seward By John Greenleaf Whittier

To William H. Seward STATESMAN, I thank thee! and, if yet dissent Mingles, reluctant, with my large content, I cannot censure what was nobly meant….

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Theirs By John Greenleaf Whittier

Theirs I. Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to act A history stranger than his written fact, Him who portrayed the splendor and the gloom Of…

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The Star Of Bethlehem By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Star Of Bethlehem Where Time the measure of his hours By changeful bud and blossom keeps, And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,…

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The Prayer-Seeker By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Prayer-Seeker Along the aisle where prayer was made, A woman, all in black arrayed, Close-veiled, between the kneeling host, With gliding motion of a…

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The Maids Of Attitash By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Maids Of Attitash In sky and wave the white clouds swam, And the blue hills of Nottingham Through gaps of leafy green Across the…

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The Garrison Of Cape Ann By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Garrison Of Cape Ann From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like span Of the sky, I see the white gleam…

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The Countess By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Countess TO E. W. I KNOW not, Time and Space so intervene, Whether, still waiting with a trust serene, Thou bearest up thy fourscore…

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Sunset On The Bearcamp By John Greenleaf Whittier

Sunset On The Bearcamp A gold fringe on the purpling hem Of hills the river runs, As down its long, green valley falls The last…

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Pennsylvania Hall By John Greenleaf Whittier

Pennsylvania Hall NOT with the splendors of the days of old, The spoil of nations, and barbaric gold; No weapons wrested from the fields of…

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Moloch In State Street By John Greenleaf Whittier

Moloch In State Street THE moon has set: while yet the dawn Breaks cold and gray, Between the midnight and the morn Bear off your…

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John Underhill By John Greenleaf Whittier

John Underhill A score of years had come and gone Since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone, When Captain Underhill, bearing scars From Indian ambush…

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Haverhill By John Greenleaf Whittier

Haverhill 1640-1890. O river winding to the sea! We call the old time back to thee; From forest paths and water-ways The century-woven veil we…

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Dedication – Songs Of Labor By John Greenleaf Whittier

Dedication – Songs Of Labor I WOULD the gift I offer here Might graces from thy favor take, And, seen through Friendship’s atmosphere, On softened…

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Astraea By John Greenleaf Whittier

Astraea ‘Jove means to settle Astraea in her seat again, And let down his golden chain An age of better metal.’ Ben Johnson 1615 O…

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A Memorial By John Greenleaf Whittier

A Memorial Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing, The solemn vista to the tomb Must know henceforth another shadow, And give another cypress room. In love…

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To My Old Schoolmaster By John Greenleaf Whittier

To My Old Schoolmaster AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE Old friend, kind friend! lightly down Drop time’s snow-flakes on thy crown! Never…

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The Wind Of March By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Wind Of March Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing Under the sky’s gray arch; Smiling, I watch the shaken elm-boughs,…

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The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore A DREAR and desolate shore! Where no tree unfolds its leaves, And never the spring wind weaves Green grass for the…

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The Pass Of The Sierra By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Pass Of The Sierra ALL night above their rocky bed They saw the stars march slow; The wild Sierra overhead, The desert’s death below….

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The Lakeside By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Lakeside The shadows round the inland sea Are deepening into night; Slow up the slopes of Ossipee They chase the lessening light. Tired of…

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The Farewell Of A Virginia Slave Mother By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Farewell Of A Virginia Slave Mother Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage Gone, gone, – sold and gone…

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The Captain’s Well By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Captain’s Well From pain and peril, by land and main, The shipwrecked sailor came back again; And like one from the dead, the threshold…

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Snow-Bound, A Winter Idyl By John Greenleaf Whittier

Snow-Bound, A Winter Idyl To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author: “As the Spirits of Darkness be…

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On Receiving An Eagle’s Quill From Lake Superior By John Greenleaf Whittier

On Receiving An Eagle’s Quill From Lake Superior All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain, Like shadows on the winter…

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Maiden! With The Fair Brown Tresses By John Greenleaf Whittier

WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN’S JOURNAL. Maiden! with the fair brown tresses Shading o’er thy dreamy eye, Floating on thy thoughtful forehead Cloud wreaths of…

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In Memory – James T. Fields By John Greenleaf Whittier

In Memory – James T. Fields As a guest who may not stay Long and sad farewells to say Glides with smiling face away, Of…

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From Perugia By John Greenleaf Whittier

From Perugia HARRIET BEECHER STOWE’S Letters from Italy. THE tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails have spread, Flaming out in their violet, yellow, and red; And…

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Cassandra Southwick By John Greenleaf Whittier

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…

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Among The Hills By John Greenleaf Whittier

Among The Hills PRELUDE ALONG the roadside, like the flowers of gold That tawny Incas for their gardens wrought, Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,…

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We May Not Climb The Heavenly Steeps By John Greenleaf Whittier

We May Not Climb The Heavenly Steeps We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the…

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To Englishmen By John Greenleaf Whittier

To Englishmen You flung your taunt across the wave; We bore it as became us, Well knowing that the fettered slave Left friendly lips no…

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The Two Loves By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Two Loves Smoothing soft the nestling head Of a maiden fancy-led, Thus a grave-eyed woman said: ‘Richest gifts are those we make, Dearer than…

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The Quaker Of The Olden Time By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Quaker Of The Olden Time THE Quaker of the olden time! How calm and firm and true, Unspotted by its wrong and crime, He…

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The New Exodus By John Greenleaf Whittier

The New Exodus BY fire and cloud, across the desert sand, And through the parted waves, From their long bondage, with an outstretched hand, God…

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The Hive At Gettysburg By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Hive At Gettysburg IN the old Hebrew myth the lion’s frame, So terrible alive, Bleached by the desert’s sun and wind, became The wandering…

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The Disenthralled By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Disenthralled HE had bowed down to drunkenness, An abject worshipper: The pride of manhood’s pulse had grown Too faint and cold to stir; And…

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The Bay Of Seven Islands By John Greenleaf Whittier

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…

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Red Riding Hood By John Greenleaf Whittier

Red Riding Hood On the wide lawn the snow lay deep, Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap; The wind that through the pine-trees sung…

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My Triumph By John Greenleaf Whittier

My Triumph The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The aster-flower is failing,…

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Laying Up Treasure By John Greenleaf Whittier

Laying Up Treasure From the Mahabharata. Before the Ender comes, whose charioteer Is swift or slow Disease, lay up each year Thy harvests of well-doing,…

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Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864 By John Greenleaf Whittier

Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864 Amidst these glorious works of Thine, The solemn minarets of the pine, And…

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Ezekiel By John Greenleaf Whittier

Ezekiel They hear Thee not, O God! nor see; Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee; The princes of our ancient line Lie drunken with…

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Bayard Taylor By John Greenleaf Whittier

Bayard Taylor I. ‘And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend?’ My sister asked our guest one winter’s day. Smiling he answered in the Friends’…

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A Summons By John Greenleaf Whittier

A Summons 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…

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To The Thirty-Ninth Congress By John Greenleaf Whittier

To The Thirty-Ninth Congress O PEOPLE-CHOSEN! are ye not Likewise the chosen of the Lord, To do His will and speak His word? From the…

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The Yankee Girl By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Yankee Girl She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door, Which the long evening shadow is stretching before; With a music as…

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The Slaves Of Martinique By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Slaves Of Martinique BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten, As she stands before her lover, with raised face…

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The Prayer Of Agassiz By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Prayer Of Agassiz On the isle of Penikese, Ringed about by sapphire seas, Fanned by breezes salt and cool, Stood the Master with his…

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The Lost Statesman By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Lost Statesman AS they who, tossing midst the storm at night, While turning shoreward, where a beacon shone, Meet the walled blackness of the…

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The Gallows By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Gallows I. THE suns of eighteen centuries have shone Since the Redeemer walked with man, and made The fisher’s boat, the cavern’s floor of…

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The Conquest Of Finland By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Conquest Of Finland ACROSS the frozen marshes The winds of autumn blow, And the fen-lands of the Wetter Are white with early snow. But…

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Sumner By John Greenleaf Whittier

Sumner O Mother State! the winds of March Blew chill o’er Auburn’s Field of God, Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch Of sky, thy mourning…

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Palestine By John Greenleaf Whittier

Palestine Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song, Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng; In the shade of thy palms, by the shores…

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Mogg Megone – Part Iii. By John Greenleaf Whittier

Mogg Megone – Part Iii. Ah! weary Priest! – with pale hands pressed On thy throbbing brow of pain, Baffled in thy life-long quest, Overworn…

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James Russell Lowell By John Greenleaf Whittier

James Russell Lowell From purest wells of English undefiled None deeper drank than he, the New World’s child, Who in the language of their farm-fields…

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Hampton Beach By John Greenleaf Whittier

Hampton Beach THE SUNLIGHT glitters keen and bright, Where, miles away, Lies stretching to my dazzled sight A luminous belt, a misty light, Beyond the…

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Daniel Neall By John Greenleaf Whittier

Daniel Neall I. FRIENDof the Slave, and yet the friend of all; Lover of peace, yet ever foremost when The need of battling Freedom called…

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Astræa At The Capitol By John Greenleaf Whittier

Astræa At The Capitol WHEN first I saw our banner wave Above the nation’s council-hall, I heard beneath its marble wall The clanking fetters of…

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A Letter By John Greenleaf Whittier

A Letter ‘TIS over, Moses! All is lost! I hear the bells a-ringing; Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host I hear the Free-Wills singing.*…

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Wordsworth By John Greenleaf Whittier

Wordsworth WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS. Dear friends, who read the world aright, And in its common forms discern A beauty and…

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