John Greenleaf Whittier

The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.

John Greenleaf Whittier (17 December 1807 – 7 September 1892) was an American poet and abolitionist.

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• The windows of my soul I throw
  Wide open to the sun.
  • My Psalm.

• What is good looking, as Horace Smith remarks, but looking good? Be good, be womanly, be gentle,—generous in your sympathies, heedful of the well-being of all around you; and, my word for it, you will not lack kind words of admiration.
  • The Beautiful.

• "O, brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother;
  where pity dwells, the peace of God is there."
  • Worship.

• Press bravely onward! — not in vain
  Your generous trust in human kind;
  The good which bloodshed could not gain
  Your peaceful zeal shall find.
  • To the Reformers of England.

• So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
  Which once he wore;
  The glory from his gray hairs gone
  For evermore!
  • Ichabod, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• When faith is lost, when honor dies
  The man is dead!
  • Ichabod, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Making their lives a prayer.
  • To A. K. On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosses, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,
  So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;
  Blot out the epic’s stately rhyme,
  But spare his "Highland Mary!"
  • Line on Burns, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Perish with him the folly that seeks through evil good.
  • Brown of Ossawatomie, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• The hope of all who suffer,
  The dread of all who wrong.
  • The Mantle of St. John de Matha, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• I know not where His islands lift
  Their fronded palms in air;
  I only know I cannot drift
  Beyond His love and care.
  • The eternal Goodness, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Again the shadow moveth o'er
  The dial-plate of time.
  • The New Year, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight,
  Through present wrong the eternal right;
  And, step by step, since time began,
  I see the steady gain of man;
  • The Chapel of the Hermits, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• We lack but open eye and ear
  To find the Orient's marvels here;
  The still small voice in autumn's hush,
  Yon maple wood the burning bush.
  • The Chapel of the Hermits. Compare Mrs. Browningm, Aurora Leigh, Book vii. See page 659.

• Better heresy of doctrine than heresy of heart.
  • Mary Garvin, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
  • Mary Garvin, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• The Night is Mother of the Day,
  The Winter of the Spring,
  And ever upon old Decay
  The greenest mosses cling.
  • A Dream of Summer, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Beauty seen is never lost.
  • Sunset on the Bearcamp, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• God blesses still the generous thought,
  And still the fitting word He speeds,
  And Truth, at His requiring taught,
  He quickens into deeds.
  • Channing, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Each crisis brings its word and deed.
  • The lost Occasion, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• The Beauty which old Greece or Rome
  Sung, painted, wrought, lies close at home.
  • To ———, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• We seemed to see our flag unfurled,
  Our champion waiting in his place
  For the last battle of the world,
  The Armageddon of the race.
  • Rantoul, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.
  • To Charles Sumner, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Who never wins can rarely lose,
  Who never climbs as rarely falls.
  • To James T. Fields, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• To eat the lotus of the Nile
  And drink the poppies of Cathay.
  • The Tent on the Beach, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• The harp at Nature's advent strung
  Has never ceased to play;
  The song the stars of morning sung
  Has never died away.
  • The Worship of Nature, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Falsehoods which we spurn to-day
  Were the truths of long ago.
  • Calef in Boston, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Low stir of leaves and dip of oars
  And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
  • Snow Bound, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• All hearts confess the saints elect,
  Who, twain in faith, in love agree,
  And melt not in an acid sect
  The Christian pearl of charity!
  • Snow Bound, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Life is ever lord of Death
  And Love can never lose its own.
  • Snow Bound, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Let the thick curtain fall;
  I better know than all
  How little I have gained,
  How vast the unattained.
  • My Triumph, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Sweeter than any sung
  My songs that found no tongue;
  Nobler than any fact
  My wish that failed of act.
  
  Others shall sing the song,
  Others shall right the wrong,—
  Finish what I begin,
  And all I fail of win.
  • My Triumph, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• God is and all is well.
  • My Birthday'', reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare Browning, Pippa Passes.

Maud Muller (1856)

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

• Maud Muller, on a summer's day,
  Raked the meadows sweet with hay.
  Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth
  Of simple beauty and rustic health.

• So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on,
  And Maud was left in the field alone.
  But the lawyers smiled that afternoon,
  When he hummed in court an old love-tune

• He wedded a wife of richest dower,
  Who lived for fashion, as he for power.
  Yet oft, in his marble hearth's bright glow,
  He watched a picture come and go:
  And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes
  Looked out in their innocent surprise.

• A manly form at her side she saw,
  And joy was duty and love was law.
  Then she took up her burden of life again,
  Saying only, "It might have been."

• Weary lawyers with endless tongues.

• Alas for maiden, alas for Judge,
  For rich repiner and household drudge!
  God pity them both! and pity us all,
  Who vainly the dreams of youth recall;
  For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
  The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
  • Bret Harte wrote a famous parody of this famous poem, "Mrs. Judge Jenkins" in which the Judge marries Maud, and which he ends with the lines:
    Maud soon thought the Judge a bore,
    With all his learning and all his lore;
    And the Judge would have bartered Maud's fair face
    For more refinement and social grace.
    If, of all words of tongue and pen,
    The saddest are, "It might have been,"
    More sad are these we daily see:
    "It is, but hadn't ought to be."

Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)

Quotes reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895).

• God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late,
  They touch the shining hills of day;
  The evil cannot brook delay,
  The good can well afford to wait.
  • P. 282.

• As yonder tower outstretches to the earth
  The dark triangle of its shade alone
  When the clear day is shining on its top;
  So, darkness in the pathway of man's life
  Is but the shadow of God's providence,
  By the great Sun of wisdom cast thereon;
  And what is dark below is light in heaven.
  • P. 282.

• For they the mind of Christ discern
  Who lean, like John, upon His breast.
  • P. 399.

• Strike! Thou the Master, we Thy keys,
  The anthem of the destinies!
  The minor of Thy loftier strain,
  Our hearts shall breathe the old refrain —
  "Thy will be done!"
  • P. 513.

Attributed

• Somehow not only for Christmas
  But all the long year through,
  The joy that you give to others
  Is the joy that comes back to you.
  And the more you spend in blessing
  The poor and lonely and sad,
  The more of your heart's possessing
  Returns to make you glad.
  • First published in The Educational Monthly of Canada, Volume 24‎ (1901), p. 29.