John Greenleaf Whittier Poems on Mind (134 Poems)

Daniel Wheeler (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

O Dearly loved!And worthy of our love! No moreThy aged form shall rise beforeThe bushed and waiting worshiper,In meek obedience utterance givingTo words of truth, so fresh and living,That, even to the inward sense,They bore unquestioned evidenceOf an anointed Messenger!Or, … Continue reading →

How The Women Went From Dover (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

THE tossing spray of Cocheco’s fallHardened to ice on its rocky wall,As through Dover town in the chill, gray dawn,Three women passed, at the cart-tail drawn! Bared to the waist, for the north wind’s gripAnd keener sting of the constable’s … Continue reading →

Haverhill (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

1640-1890. O river winding to the sea!We call the old time back to thee;From forest paths and water-waysThe century-woven veil we raise. The voices of to-day are dumb,Unheard its sounds that go and come;We listen, through long-lapsing years,To footsteps of … Continue reading →

The Gallows (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

I.THE suns of eighteen centuries have shoneSince the Redeemer walked with man, and madeThe fisher’s boat, the cavern’s floor of stone,And mountain moss, a pillow for His head;And He, who wandered with the peasant Jew,And broke with publicans the bread … Continue reading →

The Slaves Of Martinique (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,As she stands before her lover, with raised face to look and listen.Dark, but comely, like the maiden in the ancient Jewish song:Scarcely has the toil of task-fields done … Continue reading →

The Norsemen (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

GIFT from the cold and silent Past!A relic to the present cast,Left on the ever-changing strandOf shifting and unstable sand,Which wastes beneath the steady chimeAnd beating of the waves of Time!Who from its bed of primal rockFirst wrenched thy dark, … Continue reading →

The New Wife and the Old (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are one!Blooming girl and manhood gray,Autumn in the arms of May! Hushed within and hushed without,Dancing feet and wrestlers’ shout;Dies the … Continue reading →

The Pastoral Letter (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

So, this is all, – the utmost reachOf priestly power the mind to fetter!When laymen think, when women preach,A war of words, a “Pastoral Letter!”Now, shame upon ye, parish Popes!Was it thus with those, your predecessors,Who sealed with racks, and … Continue reading →

The Seeking Of The Waterfall (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

They left their home of summer easeBeneath the lowland’s sheltering trees,To seek, by ways unknown to all,The promise of the waterfall. Some vague, faint rumor to the valeHad crept–perchance a hunter’s tale–Of its wild mirth of waters lostOn the dark … Continue reading →

The Angels of Buena Vista (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)

Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away,O’er the camp of the invaders, o’er the Mexican array,Who is losing? who is winning? are they far or come they near?Look abroad, and tell us, sister, whither rolls the storm … Continue reading →