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Barbara Frietchie. By John Greenleaf Whittier. Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand. Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple- and peach-tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord.
1807 –. 1892. Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand. Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple- and peach-tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord. To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall.
THE POEM. An American poet and editor, John Greenleaf Whittie r penned the ballad of Barbara Fritchie in 1863 after hearing about the alleged exploit from a friend of his. He used a German variant of her name in the poem, spelling it Frietchie.
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Analysis (ai): Barbara Frietchie, a narrative poem by John Greenleaf Whittier, depicts the courageous defiance of an elderly woman during the Civil War. Whittier's style in the poem is characterized by vivid imagery and a patriotic tone. The poem captures the tension and conflict of the war through the personal story of Barbara Frietchie.
Apr 20, 2017 · The poem—inspired, like Longfellow’s, by the abolitionist cause—tells the story of an elderly woman who refused to lower her American flag when Confederate forces marched through her Maryland...
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May 13, 2011 · Barbara Frietchie. John Greenleaf Whittier 1807 (Haverhill) – 1892 (Hampton Falls) Life. Love. Nature. Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand. Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep,
