John Greenleaf Whittier
Born in December 17, 1807 / Died in September 7, 1892 / United States / English
Poems by John Greenleaf Whittier
Haverhill
... The hearth's and farm-field's rustic grace ...
Winter Roses
... Bless the young bands that culled the gift, ...
The Dole Of Jarl Thorkell
... Jets of foam, like ghosts of dead waves, ...
Proem
... Or Dutys rugged march through storm and strife, are here ...
Alls Well
... The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake ...
The Brown Dwarf of Rugen
... " "The fell fiend fetch thee!" Deitrich cried, "and keep thy foul tongue still ...
Moloch In State Street
... Your hoards are great, your walls are strong, ...
Questions Of Life
... What oracle Is in the pine-tree's organ swell ...
Mabel Martin
... For she whose speech was always truth's pure gold ...
The Pass Of The Sierra
... Still upward turned, with anxious strain, ...
The Gallows
... That Earth's most hateful crimes have in Thy name been done! ...
The Healer
... TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN, WITH DORE'S PICTURE OF CHRIST ...
To Oliver Wendell Holmes
... Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death ...
St. John. 1647
... John. "Now, why from yon battlements ...
Lines On The Death Of S. Oliver Torrey
... SECRETARY OF THE BOSTON YOUNG MEN'S ANTI-SLAVERY SOCIETY ...
