John Greenleaf Whittier

Poet and abolitionist, 1807-1892

Cited as Whittier. — 19 quotations

Beach, bluff, and wave, adieu.

Through Sandwich Notch the West Wind sang Good morrow to the cotter.

The cunning hand and cultured brain.

And chance-sown daffodil.

For peddling dicker, not for honest sales.

Her funeral anthem is a glad evangel.

The foregleams of wisdom.

By greening slope and singing flood.

The gride of hatchets fiercely thrown. On wigwam log, and tree, and stone.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are these: “It might have been.”

And all the windows of my heart I open to the day.

At last our grating keels outslide.

God works in all things; all obey His first propulsion.

We hear the wild refrain.

Full hot and fast the Saxon rides, with rein of travel slack, And, bending o'ev his saddle, leaves the sunrise at his back.

With oar strokes timing to their song.

On that strong, turbid water, a small boat, Guided by one weak hand, was seen to float.

Girded with his wampum braid.

Whoso shrinks or falters now, . . . Brand the craven on his brow!