Author: John Greenleaf Whittier

Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the […]

The harp at Nature’s advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never […]

Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the […]

The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The […]

He comes, – he comes, – the Frost Spirit comes! You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods […]

FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church, […]

Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; […]

GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting […]

Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? Is this the soil whereon they […]

The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew; They sang, “The land we leave behind Has […]

“Tie stille, barn min! Imorgen kommer Fin, Fa’er din, Og gi’er dich Esbern Snares öine og hjerte at lege med!” […]

Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close […]

I write my name as one, On sands by waves o’errun Or winter’s frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion’s […]

The firmament breaks up. In black eclipse Light after light goes out. One evil star, Luridly glaring through the smoke […]

O CHRIST of God! whose life and death Our own have reconciled, Most quietly, most tenderly Take home thy star-named […]

It is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock […]

Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, […]

Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, – On Apuleius’ Golden […]

To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author “As the Spirit of Darkness […]

Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage Gone, gone, sold and gone To the rice-swamp […]

Call him not heretic whose works attest His faith in goodness by no creed confessed. Whatever in love’s name is […]

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore! Revile […]

In the outskirts of the village On the river’s winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One […]

Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be Your favoring trad-wind and […]

Maud Muller on a summer’s day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of […]

O Friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God […]

Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled […]

How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, born Of sunshine […]

The blast from Freedom’s Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of […]

O Mother Earth! upon thy lap Thy weary ones receiving, And o’er them, silent as a dream, Thy grassy mantle […]