« All Let Quotes · John Greenleaf Whittier's Page
Let Quotes by John Greenleaf Whittier
- Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess…
- Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease; Sing the song of great joy that…
- So let it be in God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict…
- And let these altars, wreathed with flowers And piled with fruits, awake again Thanksgivings for the golden hours, The early and the latter rain!
- Let the thick curtain fall;I better know than allHow little I have gained,How vast the unattained.
- 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…
- Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant ...
More Let Quotes
- Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius. — Pietro Aretino
- I am a free man. I do not need to copy Petrarca or Boccaccio. My own genius is enough. Let others worry… — Pietro Aretino
- When you care about human beings, you do your best to not repress and to not let people to repress and to… — Jean-Bertrand Aristide
- Let each man exercise the art he knows. — Aristophanes
- Stories surge up out of nowhere, and if they feel compelling, you follow them. You let them unfold inside you and see… — Paul Auster
- We want the Israelis to leave. They want to leave - so let us let them leave. — Mahmoud Abbas
- It is all right to hold a conversation but you should let go of it now and then. — Richard Armour
- Let me put it this way: I think Republicans tend to keep the ball in play, Democrats go for broke. — Arthur Ashe
- Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right. — Isaac Asimov
- Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. — Francis of Assisi
- Where there is injury let me sow pardon. — Francis of Assisi
- Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that… — Brooks Atkinson