Astraea
“jove means to settle
Astræa in her seat again,
And let down from his golden chain
An age of better metal.”—BEN JONSON, 1615.
More poems by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Maud Muller
Maud muller on a summer’s day
Raked the meadow sweet with hay.
Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth … -
The Barefoot Boy
Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons, … -
Barbara Frietchie
Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered spires of Frederick stand … -
The Farewell
gone, gone,—sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings, …