For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'

John Greenleaf Whittier on regret
12

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.

John Greenleaf Whittier on life
10

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 on libraries
4

No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear;

But, grateful, take the good I find,The best of now and here.

John Greenleaf Whittier on gratitude
4

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 on reflection
4

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

John Greenleaf Whittier on faith
4

Speak out in acts; the time for words has passed, and only deeds will suffice.

John Greenleaf Whittier on actions
2

But beauty seen is never lost, God

John Greenleaf Whittier on sunset
2

Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.

John Greenleaf Whittier on solutions
2

Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.

John Greenleaf Whittier on peace
1

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

John Greenleaf Whittier on snowy
1

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

John Greenleaf Whittier on peace
1

About John Greenleaf Whittier

Name John Greenleaf Whittier
Quotes 28 quotes
Nationality American
Profession Poet
Birthday October 16
About John Greenleaf Whittier was an influential American Quaker poet and ardent advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. He is usually listed as one of the Fireside Poets. Whittier was strongly influenced by the Scottish poet, Robert Burns.
Top topics life, words, play, wakes, laughing

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 on grief
1

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 on media
0

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

John Greenleaf Whittier on reading
0

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 on age
0

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 on death
0

God's colors all are fast.

John Greenleaf Whittier on colors
0

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 on rivers
0

One brave deed makes no hero.

John Greenleaf Whittier on heroesheroism
0

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 on drugs
0

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

John Greenleaf Whittier on heart
0

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 on remembrance
0

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 on character
0

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...

John Greenleaf Whittier on progress
0

How dwarfed against his manliness she sees the poor pretension, the wants, the aims, the follies, born of fashion and convention!

John Greenleaf Whittier on men
0

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 boardThe 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?

John Greenleaf Whittier on thanksgiving
0

Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.

John Greenleaf Whittier on god
0