John Greenleaf Whittier Poems
The Last Walk In Autumn I.
O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched handsPlead with the leaden heavens in vain,
The Book Gallery of sacred pictures manifold,
A minster rich in holy effigies,And bearing on entablature and frieze
Storm On Lake Asquam A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw
On Carmel prophesying rain, beganTo lift itself o'er wooded Cardigan,
The Merrimac Stream of my fathers! sweetly still
The sunset rays thy valley fill;Poured slantwise down the long defile,
At School-close BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1877.
Chalkey Hall How bland and sweet the greeting of this breeze
To him who fliesFrom crowded street and red wall's weary gleam,
Skipper Ireson's Ride Of all the rides since the birth of time,
Told in story or sung in rhyme, -On Apuleius' Golden Ass,
The Eternal Goodness O Friends! with whom my feet have trod
The quiet aisles of prayer,Glad witness to your zeal for God
Birchbrook Mill A NOTELESS stream, the Birchbrook runs
Beneath its leaning trees;That low, soft ripple is its own,
Lucy Hooper They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead,
That all of thee we loved and cherishedHas with thy summer roses perished;
The Eve Of Election FROM gold to gray
Our mild sweet dayOf Indian Summer fades too soon;
A Sea Dream We saw the slow tides go and come,
The curving surf-lines lightly drawn,The gray rocks touched with tender bloom
Mogg Megone - Part Ii. 'Tis morning over Norridgewock, -
On tree and wigwam, wave and rock. Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirred
William Francis Bartlett Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn
Beside her sea-blown shore;Her well beloved, her noblest born,
The Red River Voyageur Out and in the river is winding
The links of its long, red chain,Through belts of dusky pine-land
The Dead Feast Of The Kol-folk We have opened the door,
Once, twice, thrice!We have swept the floor,
The Female Martyr 'BRING out your dead!' The midnight street
Heard and gave back the hoarse, low call;Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet,
Elliott Hands off! thou tithe-fat plunderer! play
No trick of priestcraft here!Back, puny lordling! darest thou lay
Extract From How has New England's romance fled,
Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,
St.gregory's Guest A TALE for Roman guides to tell
To careless, sight-worn travellers still,Who pause beside the narrow cell
Garibaldi In trance and dream of old, God's prophet saw
The casting down of thrones. Thou, watching loneThe hot Sardinian coast-line, hazy-hilled,
The Battle Autumn Of 1862 The flags of war like storm birds fly,
The charging trumpets blow; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky,
The King's Missive UNDER the great hill sloping bare
To cove and meadow and Common lot,In his council chamber and oaken chair,
The Memory Of Burns How sweetly come the holy psalms
From saints and martyrs down,The waving of triumphal palms
The Cross 'The cross, if rightly borne, shall be
No burden, but support to thee;'So, moved of old time for our sake,
Remembrance WITH COPIES OF THE AUTHOR'S WRITINGS.
We May Not Climb The Heavenly Steeps We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;In vain we search the lowest deeps
A Name The name the Gallic exile bore,
St. Malo! from thy ancient mart,Became upon our Western shore
The Fountain Traveller! on thy journey toiling
By the swift Powow,With the summer sunshine falling
To The Memory Of Thomas Shipley GONE to thy Heavenly Father's rest!
The flowers of Eden round thee blowing,And on thine ear the murmurs blest
O. W. Holmes On His Eightieth Birth-day Climbing a path which leads back never more
We heard behind his footsteps and his cheer;Now, face to face, we greet him standing here
The Ranger ROBERT RAWLIN!--Frosts were falling
When the ranger's horn was callingThrough the woods to Canada.
To The Thirty-ninth Congress O PEOPLE-CHOSEN! are ye not
Likewise the chosen of the Lord,To do His will and speak His word?
To My Sister, WITH A COPY OF 'THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND.'
An Artist Of The Beautiful GEORGE FULLER
Howard At Atlanta RIGHT in the track where Sherman
Ploughed his red furrow,Out of the narrow cabin,
The Captain—s Well From pain and peril, by land and main,
The shipwrecked sailor came back again;
Lines On A Fly-leaf I need not ask thee, for my sake,
To read a book which well may makeIts way by native force of wit
Bryant On His Birthday We praise not now the poet's art,
The rounded beauty of his song;Who weighs him from his life apart
Maud Muller Maud Muller on a summer's day
Raked the meadow sweet with hay.
The Prayer-seeker Along the aisle where prayer was made,
A woman, all in black arrayed,Close-veiled, between the kneeling host,
An Outdoor Reception On these green banks, where falls too soon
The shade of Autumn's afternoon,The south wind blowing soft and sweet,
A Dream Of Summer Bland as the morning breath of June
The southwest breezes play;And, through its haze, the winter noon
The Vow Of Washington The sword was sheathed: in April's sun
Lay green the fields by Freedom won;And severed sections, weary of debates,
To My Friend Onthe Death Of His Sister Thine is a grief, the depth of which another
May never know;Yet, o'er the waters, O my stricken brother!
Dedication - Songs Of Labor I WOULD the gift I offer here
Might graces from thy favor take,And, seen through Friendship's atmosphere,
The Waiting I wait and watch: before my eyes
Methinks the night grows thin and gray;I wait and watch the eastern skies
My Namesake Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.
Hampton Beach THE SUNLIGHT glitters keen and bright,
Where, miles away,Lies stretching to my dazzled sight
The Problem I.
NOT without envy Wealth at times must lookOn their brown strength who wield the reaping-hook.'
Total 522 poems written by John Greenleaf Whittier
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