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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.


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


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  • Dennise_guillen: "for all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'it might have been'". (john greenleaf whittier)
  • Chikuwa100q_bot: 99. you don't always win/ your battles, but it's good to know you fought. [john greenleaf whittier]
  • Alirazaabbass: "peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew." ~ john greenleaf whittier
  • Quot3bot: "peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew." ~ john greenleaf whittier
  • Corderokarla_: [en] "he who sows a field, grows a flower or plants a tree, is superior to others." | john greenleaf whittier
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Denner's Old Woman
 by William Cowper

In this mimic form of a matron in years,
How plainly the pencil of Denner appears!
The matron herself, in whose old age we see
Not a trace of decline, what a wonder is she!
No dimness of eye, and no cheek hanging low,
No wrinkle, or deep-furrow-d frown on the brow!
Her forehead indeed is here circled around
With locks like the ribbon with which they are bound;
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