What did John Greenleaf Whittier mean by: Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter’s snow. - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet Copy
+ From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Creeds, Truth, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Meekness, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ The smile of God is victory. Feraz Zeid, October 3, 2023December 26, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Keep Smiling, Victory, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Let the thick curtain fall;I better know than allHow little I have gained,How vast the unattained. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Curtains, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Small leisure have the poor for grief. Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Grief, Leisure, Poverty, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been. Feraz Zeid, June 19, 2023December 29, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Regret, Sad, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than in words, was simply doing good. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Doing Good, Prayer, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Beauty is its own excuse. Feraz Zeid, June 26, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Beauty, Excuse, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
The vine that has been made to bear fruit in the spring, withers and dies before autumn. - Jean-Baptiste Rousseau Poet · France
It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors. - Jeffrey Eugenides Author
During a warm winter rain … the basins of her collarbones collected water. - Jeffrey Eugenides Author
Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either - Jennifer Donnelly Author
But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet. - François Rabelais Author · France
No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time. - Frank Bolles Author
