I am here not to share my poetry, but the poetry of some of the best, or my favorite, poets!  Actually, I am only sharing two poems and one of them is by my personal favorite poet and writer Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the other is by John Greenleaf Whittier.  Without further ado, here are some poems!

The Moral Warfare

by J.G. Whittier

When Freedom, on her natal day,

Within her war-rocked cradle lay,

An iron race around her stood,

Baptized her infant brow in blood,

And, through the storm which round her swept,

Their constant ward and watching kept.

Then, where our quiet herds repose,

The roar of baleful battle rose,

And brethren of a common tongue,

To mortal strife as tigers sprung,

And every gift on Freedom’s shrine

Was man for beast, and blood for wine!

Our fathers to their graves have gone;

Their strife is past–their triumph won;

But sterner trials wait the race

Which rises in their honored place–

A moral warfare with the crime

And folly of an evil time.

So let it be.  In God’s own might

We gird us for the coming fight,

And, strong in Him whose cause is ours

In conflict with unholy powers,

We grasp the weapons He has given,–

The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven!

I’m not very good yet at explaining or understanding exactly what certain poems mean, but reading poetry is so much fun, and this particular poem was written so well and beautifully and I really liked it.  My sister got me an old Whittier’s Poems book for Christmas last year and I’ve been reading it; it’s good!


The Children’s Hour

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Between the dark and the daylight,

When the night is beginning to lower,

Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,

That is known as the children’s hour.

I hear in the chamber above me

The patter of little feet,

The sound of a door that is opened,

And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,

Descending the broad hall stair,

Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,

And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:

Yet I know by their merry eyes

They are plotting and planning together

to take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,

A sudden raid from the hall!

By three doors left unguarded

They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret

O’re the arms and back of my chair;

If I try to escape, they surround me;

They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,

Their arms about me entwine,

Till I think of Bishop Bingen

In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,

Because you have scaled the wall,

Such an old mustache as I am

Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,

And will not let you depart,

But put you down into the dugeon

In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,

Yes, forever and a day.

Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,

And moulder in dust away!

I also recommend looking up The Day is Done by H.W. Longfellow and any others by him!  He is one of my favorites and I enjoy his poetry so much.  (I’m going to share one more!  I lied!)


Concord Hymn

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,

Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,

Here once the embattled farmers stood,

And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;

Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;

And Time in ruined bridge has swept

Down then dark stream that seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,

We set today a votive stone;

That memory may their deed redeem,

When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare

To die, and leave their children free,

Bid Time and Nature gently spare

The shaft we raise to then and thee.

That one I just really enjoyed reading for some reason.  It’s written very well of course; it’s Ralph Waldo Emerson!  Usually after reading poems that I don’t really understand I will look them up and read what they were about or what other peoples analysis of them are.  Some poems don’t really have certain meanings, so you just have to kind of fill in the blanks that you don’t understand.

I enjoy, obviously, the older poets that aren’t living anymore; their work is just so good and I wish I could write like them!  I have been completely uninspired lately to do anything!  Even when it comes to my blog!  Don’t take it personally, Blog, but I don’t have any inspiration or ideas for posts or ideas for pictures to post or anything!  I wish there was something burning within me that was creative and inspiring to others as well as myself, but right now I am pretty much having everything block!  Writers block, artists block, etc etc etc…

Anyway.  I hope you enjoyed those poems, and if you didn’t understand them, like myself when I first read them, I hope you at least enjoyed reading them and maybe are “inspired” to look up what they mean. 🙂

Thanksgiving is over and Christmas is JUST around the corner, or so it seems.  I’m not really ready for this year to be over to be honest, but it really doesn’t want to stick around!  I cannot believe it’s December, tomorrow!!!  Holy cow!

Well I best be off to do something with my idle, un-inspired mind, so so long for now!  (I plan to share a few beach pictures which I totally forgot about AND some pictures from the car show I went to which I also forgot to share!)

Much Love,



1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Jayne Huber
    Nov 30, 2013 @ 20:13:23

    Hey Jenny! I love the children’s hour! Great poem! It reminds me of some of you guys ambushing your dad!! :). We sure missed you guys at thanksgiving. Hope to see you soon, love, Aunt Jayne


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