Philip James Bailey

Philip James
Bailey
1816
1902

English Spasmodic Poet

Author Quotes

The firefly only shines when on the wing; so is it with the mind; when once we rest, we darken.

Walk boldly and wisely in that light thou hast-- there is a hand above will help thee on.

Ye are all nations, I a single soul. Yet shall this new world order outlast all.

The fringe of the garment of the Lord.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. Life's but a means unto an end; that end beginning, mean, and end to all things, ?God.

Youth might be wise; we suffer less from pains than pleasures.

The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.

We live not to ourselves, our work is life.

Not a single path of thought I tread, but that it leads to God.

The stars, which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields of heaven.

We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.

Obey thy genius, for a minister it is unto the throne of fate. Draw to thy soul, and centralize the rays which are around of the Divinity.

The strongest passion which I have is honor.

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives, who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.

Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.

The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.

What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?... Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Poetry is itself a thing of God; He made his prophets poets; and the more we feel of poesie do we become like God in love and power,--under-makers.

The sun, God's crest upon His azure shield, the heavens.

What men call accident is God's own part.

See the gold sunshine patching, and streaming and streaking across the gray-green oaks; and catching, by its soft brown beard, the moss.

The truth of truths is love.

When I forget that the stars shine in air ? When I forget that beauty is in stars ? When I forget that love with beauty is ? Will I forget thee: till then all things else.

See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.

The wind breathes not, and the wave walks softly as above a grave.

Author Picture
First Name
Philip James
Last Name
Bailey
Birth Date
1816
Death Date
1902
Bio

English Spasmodic Poet