James Gates Percival Quotes

#1. O rose! the sweetest blossom,
Of spring the fairest flower,
O rose! the joy of heaven.
The god of love, with roses
His yellow locks adorning,
Dances with the hours and graces.

James Gates Percival

#2. I am one who finds within me a nobility that spurns the idle pratings of the great, and their mean boasts of what their fathers were, while they themselves are fools effeminate.

James Gates Percival

#3. Happy the life, that in a peaceful stream,
Obscure, unnoticed through the vale has flow'd;
The heart that ne'er was charm'd by fortune's gleam
Is ever sweet contentment's blest abode.

James Gates Percival

#4. Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.

James Gates Percival

#5. Roses bloom, and then they wither;
Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;
Shapes of light are wafted hither,
Then, like visions, hurry by.

James Gates Percival

#6. The recollection of one upward hour
Hath more in it to tranquilize and cheer
The darkness of despondency, than years
Of gayety and pleasure.

James Gates Percival

#7. The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years!

James Gates Percival

#8. The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.

James Gates Percival

#9. Thought can wing its way
Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam
That hastens on the pinions of the morn.

James Gates Percival

#10. There is nothing but death
Our affections can sever,
And till life's latest breath
Love shall bind us for ever.

James Gates Percival

#11. In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,
And they tell in a garland their loves and cares;
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers,
On its leaves a mystic language bears.

James Gates Percival

#12. There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.

James Gates Percival

#13. How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

James Gates Percival

#14. Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, heard when it floats along the shade of elms, in the still place of graves.

James Gates Percival

#15. Sweet flower, thou tellest how hearts as pure and tender as thy leaf, as low and humble as thy stem, will surely know the joy that peace imparts.

James Gates Percival