He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
It is sad To see the light of beauty wane away, Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet Losing their springs, and… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
When I forget that the stars shine in air-- When I forget that beauty is in stars-- When I forget that love… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; Bringing to light and use, else… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them. — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
I am tired of looking on what is, One might as well see beauty never more, As look upon it with an… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Thou art a woman, And that is saying the best and worst of thee. — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view. — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Fine thoughts are wealth, for the right use of which Men are and ought to be accountable,-- If not to Thee, to those they… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
