John Greenleaf Whittier

"Written on a blank leaf of his memoirs.     Dear friends, who read the world aright,     And in its common forms discern     A beauty and a h"

"Last week the Lord be praised for all His mercies     To His unworthy servant! I arrived     Safe at the Mission, via Westport; where     I tar"

"I.     Far from his close and noisome cell,     By grassy lane and sunny stream,     Blown clover field and strawberry dell,     And green and me"

"On reading her poem in "The Standard.     The sweet spring day is glad with music,     But through it sounds a sadder strain;     The worthie"

"The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,     And eats his meat and drinks his ale,     And beats the maid with her unused broom,     And the l"

"I write my name as one,     On sands by waves oerrun     Or winters frosted pane,     Traces a record vain.     Oblivions blankness claims"

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

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

"Is this thy voice whose treble notes of fear     Wail in the wind? And dost thou shake to hear,     Acton-like, the bay of thine own hounds,"

"Up, laggards of Freedom! our free flag is cast     To the blaze of the sun and the wings of the blast;     Will ye turn from a struggle so brave"

"A drear and desolate shore!     Where no tree unfolds its leaves,     And never the spring wind weaves     Green grass for the hunter's tread;"

"Lines written after a summer day's excursion.     Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom,     In hieroglyph of bud and bloom,     Her mysteries a"

"Another hand is beckoning us,     Another call is given;     And glows once more with Angel-steps     The path which reaches Heaven.     Our"

"I wait and watch: before my eyes     Methinks the night grows thin and gray;     I wait and watch the eastern skies     To see the golden spear"

"Thy error, Fremont, simply was to act     A brave mans part, without the statesmans tact,     And, taking counsel but of common sense,     To"

"Dead Petra in her hill-tomb sleeps,     Her stones of emptiness remain;     Around her sculptured mystery sweeps     The lonely waste of Edom's"

"The gulf of seven and fifty years     We stretch our welcoming hands across;     The distance but a pebble's toss     Between us and our youth"

"Where the Great Lake's sunny smiles     Dimple round its hundred isles,     And the mountain's granite ledge     Cleaves the water like a wedge"

"Ho! thou who seekest late and long     A License from the Holy Book     For brutal lust and fiendish wrong,     Man of the Pulpit, look!     L"

"I need not ask thee, for my sake,     To read a book which well may make     Its way by native force of wit     Without my manual sign to it."

"I mourn no more my vanished years     Beneath a tender rain,     An April rain of smiles and tears,     My heart is young again.     The west"

""O for a knight like Bayard,     Without reproach or fear;     My light glove on his casque of steel,     My love-knot on his spear!     "O f"

"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 c"

""Put up the sword!" The voice of Christ once more     Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon's roar,     O'er fields of corn by fiery sickles reape"

"The Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe and sin     Of the world heavy upon him, entering in     The Holy of Holies, saw an awful Face     With terribl"

""In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,     Across the charmed bay     Whose blue waves keep with Capri's silver fountains     Per"

"To-day the plant by Williams set     Its summer bloom discloses;     The wilding sweethrier of his prayers     Is crowned with cultured roses."

"It chanced that while the pious troops of France     Fought in the crusade Pio Nono preached,     What time the holy Bourbons stayed his hands"

"Luck to the craft that bears this name of mine,     Good fortune follow with her golden spoon     The glazed hat and tarry pantaloon;     And w"

"A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw     On Carmel prophesying rain, began     To lift itself oer wooded Cardigan,     Growing and black"

"Amidst thy sacred effigies     Of old renown give place,     O city, Freedom-loved! to his     Whose hand unchained a race.     Take the worn"

"The summer warmth has left the sky,     The summer songs have died away;     And, withered, in the footpaths lie     The fallen leaves, but yes"

"With a copy of "The Supernaturalism Of New England."     Dear Sister! while the wise and sage     Turn coldly from my playful page,     And c"

"Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines     Through yon columnar pines,     And on the deepening shadows of the lawn     Its golden lines ar"

"A sound as if from bells of silver,     Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,     Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.     A brightness which ou"

"When the reaper's task was ended, and the summer wearing late,     Parson Avery sailed from Newbury, with his wife and children eight,     Dropp"

"Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come     To set de people free;     An' massa tink it day ob doom,     An' we ob jubilee.     De Lord dat hea"

""All ready?" cried the captain;     "Ay, ay!" the seamen said;     "Heave up the worthless lubbers,     The dying and the dead."     Up from t"

"My old Welsh neighbor over the way     Crept slowly out in the sun of spring,     Pushed from her ears the locks of gray,     And listened to h"

"From the green Amesbury hill which bears the name     Of that half mythic ancestor of mine     Who trod its slopes two hundred years ago,     D"

"Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing     Under the sky's gray arch;     Smiling, I watch the shaken elm-boughs, knowing     It is th"

"My thoughts are all in yonder town,     Where, wept by many tears,     To-day my mother's friend lays down     The burden of her years.     T"

"A Christian! going, gone!     Who bids for God's own image? for his grace,     Which that poor victim of the market-place     Hath in her suffe"

"Scarce had the solemn Sabbath-bell     Ceased quivering in the steeple,     Scarce had the parson to his desk     Walked stately through his pe"

"The day is closing dark and cold,     With roaring blast and sleety showers;     And through the dusk the lilacs wear     The bloom of snow, in"

"At morn I prayed, "I fain would see     How Three are One, and One is Three;     Read the dark riddle unto me."     I wandered forth, the sun"

"A few brief years have passed away     Since Britain drove her million slaves     Beneath the tropic's fiery ray:     God willed their freedom;"

"Sad Mayflower! watched by winter stars,     And nursed by winter gales,     With petals of the sleeted spars,     And leaves of frozen sails"

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

"In the old days (a custom laid aside     With breeches and cocked hats) the people sent     Their wisest men to make the public laws.     And s"

"L. M. C.     We sat together, last May-day, and talked     Of the dear friends who walked     Beside us, sharers of the hopes and fears     O"

"O thicker, deeper, darker growing,     The solemn vista to the tomb     Must know henceforth another shadow,     And give another cypress room."

"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"

"Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain,     Woke in the night to the sound of rain,     The rush of wind, the ramp and roar     Of great waves climbin"

"Raze these long blocks of brick and stone,     These huge mill-monsters overgrown;     Blot out the humbler piles as well,     Where, moved lik"

"Among the legends sung or said     Along our rocky shore,     The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead     May well be sung once more.     An hundred"

"On receiving a basket of sea-mosses.     Thanks for thy gift     Of ocean flowers,     Born where the golden drift     Of the slant sunshine"

"Beneath thy skies, November!     Thy skies of cloud and rain,     Around our blazing camp-fires     We close our ranks again.     Then sound a"

"The beaver cut his timber     With patient teeth that day,     The minks were fish-wards, and the crows     Surveyors of highway,     When Ke"

"Calm on the breast of Loch Maree     A little isle reposes;     A shadow woven of the oak     And willow o'er it closes.     Within, a Druid'"