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Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.

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Philip James Bailey
Age: 86 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 22
Died: 1902
Died: September 6
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P. J. Bailey
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Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.
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Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
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Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
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Men might be better if we better deemed of them.
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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.
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Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
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The strongest passion which I have is honor.
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The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.
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What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
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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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Man is one and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs thus are we men.
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The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
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None but God can fill the perfect whole.
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Every believer is God's miracle.
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Death, thou art infinite it is life is little.
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I have a heart with room for every joy .
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Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
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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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The sole equality on earth is death.
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