John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier

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John Greenleaf Whittier (December 17, 1807 – September 7, 1892) was an American Quaker poet and advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. Frequently listed as one of the fireside poets, he was influenced by the Scottish poet Robert Burns.
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Immortal love forever full

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Immortal love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never ebbing sea
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The Barefoot Boy

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Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan
With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn bri...
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What the Birds Said

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The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew;
They sang, "The land we leave behind Has swords for corn-blades, blood for dew
" "O wild-birds, flying from the South, What saw and heard ye, gazing do...
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The Pumpkin

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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,
With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold,
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Forgiveness

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My heart was heavy, for its trust had been Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among The green mounds of the village burial-place;
Where, ponderin...
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Red Riding Hood

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On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,
Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap;
The wind that through the pine-trees
The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung;
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My Triumph

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The autumn-time has come;
On woods that dream of bloom,
And over purpling vines,
The low sun fainter shines
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The Yankee Girl

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She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,
Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
With a music as sweet as the music which
Breathed softly and faintly in the ear of our dreams
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To Avis Keene

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The Pipes At Lucknow

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An incident of the Sepoy
Pipes of the misty moorlands,
Voice of the glens and hills;
The droning of the torrents,
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Ichabod

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So fallen
so lost
the light withdrawn     Which once he wore
The glory from his gray hairs gone     Forevermore
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The Worship of Nature

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The harp at Nature's advent strung Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away
And prayer is made, and praise is given, By all things near and far;
The ocean looketh up to heaven, And mirrors eve...
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The Battle Autumn of 1862

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The flags of war like storm birds fly,        The charging trumpets blow;
Yet rolls no thunder in the sky,        No earthquake strives below
And, calm and patient,
Nature keeps        Her ancient promises well,
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Telling the Bees

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Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took;
You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook
There is the house, with the gate red-barred, And the poplars tall;
And the barn's ...
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The Frost Spirit

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He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes
You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods and the blasted fields And the brown hill's withered brow
He has smitten the leaves of the gray old trees Where their pleasant green came f...
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Laus Deo

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It is done
Clang of bell and roar of
Send the tidings up and down
How the belfries rock and reel
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