It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view. — 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
Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Poetry is itself a thing of God; He made his prophets poets; and the more We feel of poesie do we become… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread,… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most… — 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
