Famous John Greenleaf Whittier Quotations

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"Oh, for boyhood's painless play, sleep that wakes in laughing day, health that mocks the doctor's rules, knowledge never learned of schools."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these 'It might have been'"
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
the saddest are these, 'It might have been!'"
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"No longer forward nor behindI look in hope or fearBut, grateful, take the good I findThe best of now and here."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"Of all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these, what might have been."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"The sooner we recognize the fact that the mercy of the Almighty extends to every creature endowed with life, the better it will be for us as men and Christians."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"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."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"How dwarfed against his manliness she sees the poor pretension, the wants, the aims, the follies, born of fashion and convention!"
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight, Through present wrong the eternal right; And, step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man..."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?"
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"All else is gone; from those great eyes The soul has fled:..."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"And the song she was singing ever since In my ear sounds on:—..."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"'I'm sorry that I spelt the word: I hate to go above you,..."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"These Flemish pictures of old days; Sit with me by the homestead hearth,..."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black."
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"Yet here at least an earnest sense Of human right and weal is shown;..."
by John Greenleaf Whittier


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