Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
With smoking axle hot with speed, with steeds of fire and steam, Wide-waked To-day leaves Yesterday behind him like a dream. Still,… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
O brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother; Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Oh, talk as we may of beauty as a thing to be chiselled from marble or wrought out on canvas, speculate as… — 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
All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain Like shadows on the winter sky Like frost upon the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you… — 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 Image
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
