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John Greenleaf Whittier's Poetry, by first line

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  • Here is the place; right over the hill
    Runs the path I 
    56 lines
  • So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
    Which once he wore!
    36 lines
  • The birds against the April wind
    Flew northward, singing as they
    44 lines
  • Before my drift-wood fire I sit,
    And see, with every waif I
    88 lines
  • The harp at Nature's advent strung
    Has never ceased to play;&nbs
    40 lines
  • Blessings on thee, little man,
    Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! <
    102 lines, 1 comment
  • It's not the milk from my bosom,
    But my blood, that she sucks in.
    110 lines
  • "Build at Kallundborg by the sea
    A church as stately as church may be,
    93 lines
  • Maud Muller on a summer's day
    Raked the meadow sweet with hay.
    110 lines, 2 comments
  • O Friends! with whom my feet have trod
    The quiet aisles of prayer,
    88 lines, 1 comment
  • O Mother Earth! upon thy lap
    Thy weary ones receiving,
    120 lines
  • The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way,
    Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay:
    96 lines
  • Up the streets of Aberdeen,
    By the kirk and college green,
    126 lines
  • Pipes of the misty moorlands,
    Voice of the glens and hills;
    81 lines
  • He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes!
    You may trace his footsteps now
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • Immortal love, forever full,
    Forever flowing free,
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
    Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one
    Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be
    14 lines
  • "Put up the sword!" The voice of Christ once more
    Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon's roar,
    32 lines
  • Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
    The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,
    42 lines
  • Is this the land our fathers loved,
    The freedom which they toiled to win?
    84 lines
  • In the outskirts of the village
    On the river's winding shores
    136 lines
  • She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,
    Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
    44 lines
  • O CHRIST of God! whose life and death
    Our own have reconciled,
    20 lines
  • 'Tis morning over Norridgewock, --
    On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.
    533 lines
  • Ah! weary Priest! -- with pale hands pressed
    On thy throbbing brow of pain,
    300 lines
  • We had been wandering for many days
    Through the rough northern country. We had seen
    743 lines
  • Around Sebago's lonely lake
    There lingers not a breeze to break
    99 lines
  • "To the winds give our banner!
    Bear homeward again!"
    144 lines
  • Father! to Thy suffering poor
    Strength and grace and faith impart,
    88 lines
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