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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.

  • 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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  • Ashleamassie: for of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: 'it might have been!' -john greenleaf whittier
  • Anecdotalwisdom: john greenleaf whittier once asked ralph waldo emerson what he prayed for. “when i first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world,” replied emerson, “i thank god i am alive and that i live so near boston.”
  • Krishnavbhatt: for all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, "it might have been". - john greenleaf whittier
  • Bestquote85: before me, even as behind, god is, and all is well. -john greenleaf whittier -god
  • Emmaeaston5: john greenleaf whittier - ‘success is failure turned inside out’ 1807-1892. he was definitely onto something that i’m still struggling with.
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If I walk in Autumn's even
While the dead leaves pass,
If I look on Spring-s soft heaven,--
Something is not there which was
Winter's wondrous frost and snow,
Summer's clouds, where are they now?


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