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Born in December 17, 1807 / Died in September 7, 1892 / United States / English

Poems by John Greenleaf Whittier

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Requital

... "Even yet He gives me power to make to thee amends ...

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The Merrimac

... not a sail Bowed to the freshening ocean gale ...

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"The Laurels"

... O friends whose hearts still keep their prime, ...

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At Washington

... Which the hand of Power is scattering, crumbs which from its table fall ...

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On A Prayer-Book, With its Frontispiece, Ary Scheffer’s "Christus Consolator," Americanized By The O

... And urges his vain plea, prayer-smothered, anthem-drowned! ...

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The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall

... When he sat on the bench of the witchcraft courts, ...

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To My Old Schoolmaster

... AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE ...

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Funeral Tree of the Sokokis

... Wild winds have bared some splintering peak, ...

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Bryant On His Birthday

... But, dimmed and dwarfed, in times like these, ...

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The Vow Of Washington

... Through the fierce tumult pierced his warning word, ...

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Paean

... Look! stretched o'er Southern vale and plain, ...

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The Branded Hand

... Broke the bondman's heart for bread, poured the bondman's blood for wine ...

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The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore

... And called her home to peace and rest ...

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My Playmate

... And still the May-day flowers make sweet ...

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My Psalm

... -- The woods shall wear their robes of praise, ...