What did John Greenleaf Whittier mean by: The tints of autumn…a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost. - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet Copy
+ A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel. Feraz Zeid, July 20, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Example, True Life, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young. Feraz Zeid, November 7, 2023December 26, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Beard, Romance, Tradition, 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
+ Love hath never known a law beyond its own sweet will. Feraz Zeid, July 4, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Law, Sweet, 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
+ Who never wins can rarely lose, Who never climbs as rarely falls Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Success, Winning, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ The simple heart that freely asks in love, obtains. Feraz Zeid, July 17, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Heart, Prayer, Simple, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ If woman lost us Eden, such As she alone restore it. Feraz Zeid, August 14, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Eden, Lost, Women, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
The vine that has been made to bear fruit in the spring, withers and dies before autumn. - Jean-Baptiste Rousseau Poet · France