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Poetry is itself a thing of God He made his prophets poets and the more We feel of poesie do we become Like God in love and power,-under-makers.
Philip James Bailey
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Philip James Bailey
Age: 86 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 22
Died: 1902
Died: September 6
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Life is as serious a thing as death.
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What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
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Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.
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Necessity, like electricity, is in ourselves and all things, and no more without us than within us.
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Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
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Evil then results from imperfection.
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Evil is limited. One cannot form A scheme for universal evil.
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Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts The world were poor in thanks, though every soul Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade Of grass, and every atomie of earth To utter it like dew.
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My favoured temple is an humble heart.
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Look on the bee upon the wing 'mong flowers How brave, how bright his life! then mark, him hiv'd, Cramp'd, cringing in his self-built, social cell, Thus it is in the world-hive most where men Lie deep in cities as in drifts.
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Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.
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Men might be better if we better deemed of them.
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Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
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The value of a thought cannot be told.
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For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.
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Let us think less of men and more of God.
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True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form, The bended knee, the eye uplift is all Which men need render all which God can bear. What to the faith are forms? A passing speck, A crow upon the sky.
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Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.
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America, thou half-brother of the world with something good and bad of every land.
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Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.
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