Look on the bee upon the wing 'mong flowers; How brave, how bright his life! then mark, him hiv'd, Cramp'd, cringing in… — 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
