John Greenleaf Whittier Poems on Mind (134 Poems)

John Underhill (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

A score of years had come and goneSince the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone,When Captain Underhill, bearing scarsFrom Indian ambush and Flemish wars,Left three-hilled Boston and wandered down,East by north, to Cocheco town. With Vane the younger, in counsel sweet,He … Continue reading →

The Vision Of Echard (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

The Benedictine EchardSat by the wayside well,Where Marsberg sees the bridalOf the Sarre and the Moselle. Fair with its sloping vineyardsAnd tawny chestnut bloom,The happy vale Ausonius sunkFor holy Treves made room. On the shrine Helena buildedTo keep the Christ … Continue reading →

The Garrison of Cape Ann (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf 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,And the white-walled hamlet children … Continue reading →

Questions Of Life (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

A bending staff I would not break,A feeble faith I would not shake,Nor even rashly pluck awayThe error which some truth may stay,Whose loss might leave the soul withoutA shield against the shafts of doubt. And yet, at times, when … Continue reading →

The King’s Missive (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

UNDER the great hill sloping bareTo cove and meadow and Common lot,In his council chamber and oaken chair,Sat the worshipful Governor Endicott.A grave, strong man, who knew no peerIn the pilgrim land, where he ruled in fearOf God, not man, … Continue reading →

My Soul And I (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

Stand still, my soul, in the silent darkI would question thee,Alone in the shadow drear and starkWith God and me! What, my soul, was thy errand here?Was it mirth or ease,Or heaping up dust from year to year?“Nay, none of … Continue reading →

Ego (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND. On page of thine I cannot traceThe cold and heartless commonplace,A statue’s fixed and marble grace. For ever as these lines I penned,Still with the thought of thee will blendThat of some loved … Continue reading →

The Ranger (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

ROBERT RAWLIN!–Frosts were fallingWhen the ranger’s horn was callingThrough the woods to Canada. Gone the winter’s sleet and snowing,Gone the spring-time’s bud and blowing,Gone the summer’s harvest mowing,And again the fields are gray.Yet away, he’s away!Faint and fainter hope is … Continue reading →

Hymns From The French Of Lamartine (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

I. ”Encore un hymne, O ma lyre Un hymn pour le Seigneur, Un hymne dans mon delire, Un hymne dans mon bonheur.” One hymn more, O my lyre! Praise to the God above, Of joy and life and love, Sweeping its strings of fire! Oh, who the … Continue reading →

To ——, (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN’S JOURNAL. Maiden! with the fair brown tressesShading o’er thy dreamy eye,Floating on thy thoughtful foreheadCloud wreaths of its sky. Youthful years and maiden beauty,Joy with them should still abide,–Instinct take the place of Duty,Love, not … Continue reading →