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… — James Gates Percival Abode 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,… — James Gates Percival Cheeks Copy Share Image
The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years! — James Gates Percival Crime 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… — James Gates Percival Boundless 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… — James Gates Percival Flower 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 Eternal 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 Affection 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… — James Gates Percival Bears 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… — James Gates Percival Ancestry Copy Share Image
There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away. — James Gates Percival Forget 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… — James Gates Percival Cheer Copy Share Image
Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn. — James Gates Percival Beam Copy Share Image
O rose! the sweetest blossom, Of spring the fairest flower, O rose! the joy of heaven. The god of love, with roses… — James Gates Percival Flower Copy Share Image
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its… — James Gates Percival Air Copy Share Image
Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed… — James Gates Percival Aisle Copy Share Image
