Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at… — 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
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . . The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage War with the lines of Darkness; and… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers. — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
When night hath set her silver lamp high, Then is the time for study. — 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
