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
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light. — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, on e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven. — 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
Star canto: star speaks light, and world to world Repeats the passage of the universe To God; the name of Christ--the one… — 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
Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity. — 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
