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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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All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
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Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
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It matters not how long we live but how.
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Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
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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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America, thou half-brother of the world with something good and bad of every land.
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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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We live in deeds, not years in thoughts, not breaths In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
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Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
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Youth might be wise we suffer less from pains than pleasures.
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Evil then results from imperfection.
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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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Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.
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Imagination is the air of mind.
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Death, thou art infinite it is life is little.
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When I forget that the stars shine in air-- When I forget that beauty is in stars-- When I forget that love with beauty is-- Will I forget thee: till then all things else.
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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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Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
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Blessings star forth forever but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.
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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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