John Greenleaf Whittier House

John Greenleaf Whittier House

The John Greenleaf Whittier Home is a historic house located at 86 Friend Street, Amesbury, Massachusetts. It was the home of American poet and abolitionist John Greenleaf Whittier from 1836 until his death in 1892, and is now a nonprofit museum open to the public May 1 through October 31; an admission fee is charged.

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    God pity them both! and pity us all,
    Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.

    For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
    The saddest are these: “It might have been!”
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)

    Yet here at least an earnest sense
    Of human right and weal is shown;
    A hate of tyranny intense,
    And hearty in its vehemence,
    As if my brother’s pain and sorrow were my own.

    O Freedom! if to me belong
    Nor mighty Milton’s gift divine,
    Nor Marvell’s wit and graceful song.
    Still with a love as deep and strong
    As theirs, I lay, like them, my best gifts on thy shrine!
    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)

    Think of what our Nation stands for,
    Books from Boots’ and country lanes,
    Free speech, free passes, class distinction,
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    —Sir John Betjeman (1906–1984)

    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)

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    —John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)

    Go out of the house to see the moon, and ‘t is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey. The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who could ever clutch it? Go forth to find it, and it is gone: ‘t is only a mirage as you look from the windows of diligence.
    Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)