The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; Bringing to light and use, else hid from all, The many sweet clear sources which we have of good and beauty in our own… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. — 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
