Who is John Greenleaf Whittier

Read Full Biography

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

  • To ----
    Lines written after a summer day's excursion.

    Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom, ...
  • To ------
    With a copy of Woolman's journal.

  • Toussaint L'ouverture
    'T was night. The tranquil moonlight smile
    With which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed down
    Its beauty on the Indian isle,
    On broad green field and white-walled town; ...
  • To James T. Fields
    On a blank leaf of "poems printed, not published.

    Well thought! who would not rather hear ...
  • The World's Convention Of The Friends Of Emancipation, Held In London In 1840
    Yes, let them gather! Summon forth
    The pledged philanthropy of Earth.
    From every land, whose hills have heard
    The bugle blast of Freedom waking; ...
Read All Poems

Top 10 most used topics by John Greenleaf Whittier

God 303 Love 264 I Love You 264 Life 260 Heart 247 Light 242 Long 225 Time 211 Good 200 Sweet 199

John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes

Read All Quotes

Comments about John Greenleaf Whittier

  • Cincyfriends: and so i find it well to come for deeper rest to this still room, for here the habit of the soul feels less the outer world’s control; -from the meeting by john greenleaf whittier read more:
  • Lucidfarms: "green calm below, blue quietness above." -john greenleaf whittier
  • Amnobody123: "for all sad words of tongue and pen. the saddest are these, 'it might have been'. " ¬john greenleaf whittier
  • Tucsonstar: among tucson's many streets named for famous american writers is one honoring john greenleaf whittier.
  • Dgabree: “of all sad words of mouth or pen, the saddest are these: it might have been.” - john greenleaf whittier
Read All Comments

Write your comment about John Greenleaf Whittier

Poem of the day

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poem
 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
Are all but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay

Read complete poem

Popular Poets