Philip James Bailey

Philip James
Bailey
1816
1902

English Spasmodic Poet

Author Quotes

Surely the stars are images of love.

Thy talk is the sweet extract of all speech, And holds mine ear in blissful slavery.

Why Mammon sits before a million hearths Where God is bolted out from every house.

The beautiful are never desolate; but someone always loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.

Tis man himself makes his own god and his own hell.

With something good and bad of every land.

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

'Tis- of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.

Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.

The dew, 'tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.

True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form, the bended knee, the eye uplift; is all which men need render; all which God can bear. What to the faith are forms? A passing speck, a crow upon the sky.

Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear glean after what it can.

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.

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

English Spasmodic Poet