50 ordspråk av John Greenleaf Whittier
John Greenleaf Whittier
God gives quietness at last
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God's colors all are fast.
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Here Greek and Roman find themselves alive along these crowded shelves; and Shakespeare treads again his stage, and Chaucer paints anew his age.
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His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than in words, was simply doing good
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How dwarfed against his manliness she sees the poor pretension, the wants, the aims, the follies, born of fashion and convention!
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I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.
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If woman lost us Eden, such as she alone can restore it
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It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
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It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
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It really costs me a lot emotionally to watch myself on-screen. I think of myself, and feel like I'm quite young, and then I look at this old man with the baggy chins and the tired eyes and the receding hairline and all that.
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No lance have I, in joust or fight, To splinter in my lady's sight; But, at her feet, how blest were I For any need of hers to die!
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No longer forward nor behind, I look in hope or fear; But grateful take the good I find, The best of now and here.
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Nothing before, nothing behind; the steps of faith fall on the seeming void and find the rock beneath
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O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!
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Oh, for boyhood's painless play, sleep that wakes in laughing day, health that mocks the doctor's rules, knowledge never learned of schools.
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