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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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All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
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Death, thou art infinite it is life is little.
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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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Night comes, world-jewelled, . . . The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage War with the lines of Darkness and the moon, Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.
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The goodness of the heart is shown in deeds Of peacefulness and kindness. Hand and heart Are one thing with the good, as thou should'st be. Do my words trouble thee? then treasure them, Pain overgot gives peace, as death doth Heaven. All things that speak of Heaven speak of peace.
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For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.
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The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
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Life is as serious a thing as death.
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I cannot be content with less than heaven.
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I have a heart with room for every joy .
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Dreams are rudiments Of the great state to come. We dream what is About to happen.
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Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
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I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.
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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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The truth is perilous never to the true, Nor knowledge to the wise and to the fool, And to the false, error and truth alike, Error is worse than ignorance.
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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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Life's but a means unto an end, that end, Beginning, mean, and end to all things--God.
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Walk boldly and wisely.... There is a hand above that will help you on.
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The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling Bringing to light and use, else hid from all, The many sweet clear sources which we have of good and beauty in our own deep bosoms And marks the variations of all mind As does the needle.
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Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.
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