Adeline Dutton Train Whitney Poems

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Adeline Dutton Train Whitney
Adeline Dutton Train Whitney (15 September 1824–20 March 1906) was an American poet and writer of books for girls. Whitney was born Adeline Dutton Train in Boston, Massachusetts, the daughter of the founder of a line of packet ships between Boston and Liverpool, Enoch Train, and Adeline Train (née Dutton). She was educated at the school of George B. Emerson in Boston from 1837 to 1842. She married Seth Dunbar Whitney (a wealthy merchant who was twenty years older than her) on 7 November 1843, and went to live with him in Milton. She started on her writing career in her thirties; after a period producing poems and stories for local journals, she published her first book – Mother Goose for Grown Folks – in 1859. She wrote mainly for young girls, championing conservative values, and purveying the message that a woman's happiest place is in the home, which is the source of all goodness. This proved very popular among parents, and her books sold extremely well throughout her life. Whitney was a staunch opponent of women's suffrage, though took no part in public life (in accordance with the message of her books). Aside from her writing, she patented a set of alphabet blocks for children. She died in Milton at the age of eighty-one.

huswifery
 
 
Make me, O Lord, thy Spining Wheele compleate.
Thy Holy Worde my Distaff make for mee.... [read poem]
upon wedlock, and death of children
 
 
A Curious Knot God made in Paradise,
And drew it out inamled neatly Fresh.
It was the ... [read poem]
i am the living bread: meditation eight: john 6:51
 
 
I kening through Astronomy Divine
The Worlds bright Battlement, wherein I spy
A Golden... [read poem]
upon a spider catching a fly
 
 
Thou sorrow, venom Elfe:
Is this thy play,
To spin a web out of thyselfe
To C... [read poem]
a sonnet
 
 
Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody,
N... [read poem]
going to dover
 
 
"Leg over leg
As the dog went to Dover;
When he came to a stile,
Jump he went o... [read poem]
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