Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants at tree, is more than all. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
In kindly showers and sunshine bud The branches of the dull gray wood; Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks The blue… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
They who wander widest lift No more of beauties' jealous veils, Than they who from their doorways see The miracle of flowers… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn! — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
And let these altars, wreathed with flowers And piled with fruits, awake again Thanksgivings for the golden hours, The early and the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower,… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From all old flower fields of the soul;… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
A grateful loving heart carries with it, under every parallel of latitude, the warmth and light of the tropics. It plants its… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Nature eschews regular lines; she does not shape her lines by a common model. Not one of Eve's numerous progeny in all… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
No lance have I, in joust or fight, To splinter in my lady's sight; But, at her feet, how blest were I For any… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
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… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
What does the good ship bear so well? The cocoa-nut with its stony shell, And the milky sap of its inner cell. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
Sweeter than any sungMy songs that found no tongue;Nobler than any factMy wish that failed of act.Others shall sing the song,Others shall right the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
The Present, the Present is all thou hast For thy sure possessing; Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast Till it gives its blessing. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
They who wander widest lift No more of beauties' jealous veils, Than they who from their doorways see The miracle of flowers and trees. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
With smoking axle hot with speed, with steeds of fire and steam, Wide-waked To-day leaves Yesterday behind him like a dream. Still, from the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share
