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
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
The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years! — James Gates Percival Copy Share
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
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
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
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
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
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
There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away. — James Gates Percival Copy Share
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
Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn. — James Gates Percival Copy Share
O rose! the sweetest blossom, Of spring the fairest flower, O rose! the joy of heaven. The god of love, with roses His yellow… — James Gates Percival Copy Share
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and… — James Gates Percival Copy Share
