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
+ Beneath the winter’s snow lie germs of summer flowers. Feraz Zeid, June 4, 2023December 25, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Growth, Hope, Renewal, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ One brave deed makes no hero. Feraz Zeid, September 26, 2023December 25, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Bravery, Deeds, Heroism, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants at tree, is more than all. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Flower, Garden, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Small leisure have the poor for grief. Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 25, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Grief, Leisure, Poverty, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ No cloud above, no earth below, A universe of sky and snow. Feraz Zeid, July 1, 2023December 25, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Beauty, Freedom, Isolation, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Thee lift me, and I lift thee, and together we ascend. Feraz Zeid, September 12, 2023December 25, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Connection, Progression, Support, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Man is more than constitutions. Feraz Zeid, June 8, 2023December 25, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Freedom, Humanity, Identity, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Resolution, Weak, 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
