The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy. — Philip James Bailey Dew Copy Share Image
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven. — Philip James Bailey Astronomy Copy Share Image
It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view. — Philip James Bailey Feels Copy Share Image
He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and… — Philip James Bailey Appreciation Copy Share Image
Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each… — Philip James Bailey Feel Copy Share Image
It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to… — Philip James Bailey Misfortunes Copy Share Image
Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest. — Philip James Bailey Character 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… — Philip James Bailey Fine Copy Share Image
Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed. — Philip James Bailey Acquisition Copy Share Image
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts. — Philip James Bailey Blessedness Copy Share Image
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 Breasts Copy Share Image
The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; Bringing to light and use, else… — Philip James Bailey Beauty Copy Share Image
Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread,… — Philip James Bailey Arms 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 Cold Copy Share Image
Burn to be great, Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone. The plains are everlasting as the hills, The bard cannot… — Philip James Bailey Air Copy Share Image
Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by… — Philip James Bailey Bows Copy Share Image
Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, on e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now… — Philip James Bailey Common Copy Share Image
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most… — Philip James Bailey Deeds 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… — Philip James Bailey Another life 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 Asks Copy Share Image
