John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes

How dwarfed against his manliness She sees the poor pretension, The wants, the aims, the follies, born Of fashion and convention!
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. "Among the Hills."
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Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants a tree, is more than all.
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. A Song of Harvest.
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Through this broad street, restless ever, Ebbs and flows a human tide, Wave on wave a living river; Wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. At Washington, st. 2.
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She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came;
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 33-38). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
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Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down;
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 17-20). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
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"Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!" he said
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 41-42). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
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Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn,
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
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Honor to her! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier. Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Barbara Frietchie (l. 53-56). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
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All else is gone; from those great eyes The soul has fled: When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead! Then, pay the reverence of old days To his dead fame; Walk backward, with averted gaze, And hide the shame!
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Ichabod (l. 29-36). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
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So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore!
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. Ichabod (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
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