1807-1892, American Poet, Reformer, Author
Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Beauty]
Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Resolution]
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: ''It might have been!''
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Regret]
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Farming and Farmers]
Here Greek and Roman find themselves alive along these crowded shelves; and Shakespeare treads again his stage, and Chaucer paints anew his age.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Libraries]
How dwarfed against his manliness she sees the poor pretension, the wants, the aims, the follies, born of fashion and convention!
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Men]
O Time and change! — with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Age and Aging]
Of all that Orient lands can vaunt, of marvels with our own competing, the strangest is the Haschish plant, and what will follow on its eating.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Drugs]
Oh, for boyhood's painless play, sleep that wakes in laughing day, health that mocks the doctor's rules, knowledge never learned of schools.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Nostalgia]
On leaf of palm, on sedge-wrought roll; on plastic clay and leather scroll, man wrote his thoughts; the ages passed, and lo! the Press was found at last!
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Media]
One brave deed makes no hero.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Heroes and Heroism]
Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Peace]
Speak out in acts; the time for words has passed, and only deeds will suffice.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Action]
The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Burial]
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Bereavement]
Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Cities and City Life]
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
John Greenleaf Whittier – [Faith]