Poet John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

  • 501.  
    I have not felt, o'er seas of sand,
    The rocking of the desert bark;Nor laved at Hebron's fount my hand,
  • 502.  
    Friend of my many years!
    When the great silence falls, at last, on me,Let me not leave, to pain and sadden thee,
  • 503.  
    For ages on our river borders,
    These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,
  • 504.  
    WITH clearer light, Cross of the South, shine forth
    In blue Brazilian skies;And thou, O river, cleaving half the earth
  • 505.  
    With wisdom far beyond her years,
    And graver than her wondering peers,So strong, so mild, combining still
  • 506.  
    ALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,
  • 507.  
    A PIOUS magistrate! sound his praise throughout
    The wondering churches. Who shall henceforth doubtThat the long-wished millennium draweth nigh?
  • 508.  
    My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
    Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong; So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
  • 509.  
    I ask not now for gold to gild
    With mocking shine a weary frame;The yearning of the mind is stilled,
  • 510.  
    MEN of the North-land! where's the manly spirit
    Of the true-hearted and the unshackled gone?Sons of old freemen, do we but inherit
  • 511.  
    THE land was pale with famine
    And racked with fever-pain;The frozen fiords were fishless,
  • 512.  
    From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like span
    Of the sky, I see the white gleam of the headland of Cape Ann.Well I know its coves and beaches to the ebb-tide glimmering down,
  • 513.  
    Where ceaseless Spring her garland twines,
    As sweetly shall the loved one rest,As if beneath the whispering pines
  • 514.  
    'TIS over, Moses! All is lost!
    I hear the bells a-ringing;Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host
  • 515.  
    My thoughts are all in yonder town,
    Where, wept by many tears,To-day my mother's friend lays down
  • 516.  
  • 517.  
    Calm on the breast of Loch Maree
    A little isle reposes;A shadow woven of the oak
  • 518.  
    Voice of the Holy Spirit, making known
    Man to himself, a witness swift and sure,Warning, approving, true and wise and pure,
  • 519.  
    Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
    The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold,
  • 520.  
    Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
    Heap high the golden corn!No richer gift has Autumn poured
  • 521.  
    O Christ of God! whose life and death
    Our own have reconciled,Most quietly, most tenderly
  • 522.  
    On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,
    Ridged o'er with many a drifted heap;The wind that through the pine-trees sung
Total 522 poems written by John Greenleaf Whittier

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