Happy the life, that in a peaceful stream, Obscure, unnoticed through the vale has flow'd; The heart that ne'er was charm'd by fortune's gleam Is ever sweet contentment's blest abode. — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
Sweet flower, thou tellest how hearts as pure and tender as thy leaf, as low and humble as thy stem, will surely know the joy that peace imparts. — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
Happy the life, that in a peaceful stream, Obscure, unnoticed through the vale has flow'd; The heart that ne'er was charm'd by fortune's gleam… — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by. — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years! — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
Our thoughts are boundless, though our frames are frail, Our souls immortal, though our limbs decay; Though darken'd in this poor life by a… — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
Sweet flower, thou tellest how hearts as pure and tender as thy leaf, as low and humble as thy stem, will surely know the… — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids. — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
There is nothing but death Our affections can sever, And till life's latest breath Love shall bind us for ever. — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden… — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
I am one who finds within me a nobility that spurns the idle pratings of the great, and their mean boasts of what their… — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away. — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
The recollection of one upward hour Hath more in it to tranquilize and cheer The darkness of despondency, than years Of gayety and pleasure. — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
