John Greenleaf Whittier Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old John Greenleaf Whittier quotes, John Greenleaf Whittier sayings, and John Greenleaf Whittier proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.'

Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew. John Greenleaf Whittier
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been! John Greenleaf Whittier
One brave deed makes no hero. John Greenleaf Whittier
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been. John Greenleaf Whittier
You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought. John Greenleaf Whittier
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. John Greenleaf Whittier
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.' John Greenleaf Whittier
A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas! John Greenleaf Whittier
And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. John Greenleaf Whittier
A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas! John Greenleaf Whittier
All the windows of my heart I open to the day. John Greenleaf Whittier
The windows of my soul I throw wide open to the sun. John Greenleaf Whittier
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been. John Greenleaf Whittier
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
Rest if you must, but never quit. John Greenleaf Whittier
Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying. John Greenleaf Whittier
Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good! John Greenleaf Whittier
A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose-leaf bathed in dew. John Greenleaf Whittier
Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace. John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh for boyhood's time of June, / Crowding years in one brief moon, / When all things I heard or saw, / Me, their master, waited for. John Greenleaf Whittier
The end has come, as come it must / To all things; in these sweet June days / The teacher and the scholar trust / Their parting feet to separate ways. John Greenleaf Whittier
And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man. John Greenleaf Whittier
The settler saw his oaken flail / Take bud, and bloom before his eyes / From frozen pools he saw the pale / Sweet summer lilies rise. John Greenleaf Whittier
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
We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, / Beneath the sun of May, / And frightened from our sprouting grain / The robber crows away. John Greenleaf Whittier
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing / Under the sky's gray arch; / Smiling, I watch the shaken elm-boughs, knowing / It is the wind of March. John Greenleaf Whittier
The sunset fires will burn / The flowers will blow, the river flow / When I no more return. John Greenleaf Whittier
A lover's claim is mine on all / I see to have and hold,-- / The rose-light of perpetual hills / And sunsets never cold! John Greenleaf Whittier
The fixed star of his faith, through all / Loss, doubt, and peril, shone the same; / As through a night of storm, some tall, / Strong lighthouse lifts its steady flame. John Greenleaf Whittier
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams / Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, / And tremble in the April showers / The tassels of the maple flowers. John Greenleaf Whittier