About Julia Ward Howe
1819 - 1910/AmericanAs a writer, poet, reformer and lecturer, Howe worked throughout her life for justice. In 1861, she authored The Battle Hymn as an inspiration to Union soldiers fighting against slavery. Howe's work is now the national anthem for freedom. Of even great
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
Our Orders
WEAVE no more silks, ye Lyons looms,To deck our girls for gay delights!
Limitations Of Benevolence
'The beggar boy is none of mine,'The reverend doctor strangely said;
The Flag
There's a flag hangs over my threshold, whose folds are more dear to meThan the blood that thrills in my ***** its earnest of liberty;
Tribute To Oliver Wendell Holmes
Thou metamorphic god!Who mak'st the straight Olympus thy abode,
Mother's Day Proclamation
Arise then...women of this day!Arise, all women who have hearts!
About Julia Ward Howe
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Who is Julia Ward Howe?
1819 - 1910/AmericanAs a writer, poet, reformer and lecturer, Howe worked throughout her life for justice. In 1861, she authored The Battle Hymn as an inspiration to Union soldiers fighting against slavery.
Where can I read Julia Ward Howe's poetry?
Kavishala has 13 poems and stories by Julia Ward Howe, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Julia Ward Howe
Our Orders
WEAVE no more silks, ye Lyons looms,To deck our girls for gay delights!
Limitations Of Benevolence
'The beggar boy is none of mine,'The reverend doctor strangely said;
The Flag
There's a flag hangs over my threshold, whose folds are more dear to meThan the blood that thrills in my ***** its earnest of liberty;
Tribute To Oliver Wendell Holmes
Thou metamorphic god!Who mak'st the straight Olympus thy abode,
Mother's Day Proclamation
Arise then...women of this day!Arise, all women who have hearts!
Robert E. Lee
A gallant foeman in the fight,A brother when the fight was o'er,
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Howe's Final versionMine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
Mother Mind
I never made a poem, dear friend--I never sat me down, and said,
My Last Dance
The shell of objects inwardly consumedWill stand, till some convulsive wind awakes;
The Bee's Song
Do not tie my wings,Says the honey-bee;
Coquette et Froide
What is thy thought of me?What is thy feeling?
Woman To Child
You who were darkness warmed my fleshwhere out of darkness rose the seed.
Selected Quotes by Julia Ward Howe (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
'The beggar boy is none of mine,'The reverend doctor strangely said;
Arise then...women of this day!Arise, all women who have hearts!
Do not tie my wings,Says the honey-bee;
I never made a poem, dear friend--I never sat me down, and said,
Thou metamorphic god!Who mak'st the straight Olympus thy abode,
A gallant foeman in the fight,A brother when the fight was o'er,
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