Top 100 Philip James Bailey Quotes
#1. It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to a scoundrel.
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#5. The world is a great poem, and the world's
The words it is writ in, and we souls the thoughts.
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#6. Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
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#7. I cannot be content with less than heaven; Living, and comprehensive of all life. Thee, universal heaven, celestial all; Thee, sacrjd seat of intellective time; Field of the soul 's best wisdom : home of truth , Star-throned.
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#9. Burn to be great, Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone. The plains are everlasting as the hills, The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else Comes on the mind with the like shock as though Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.
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#13. We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.
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#17. The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
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#19. He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.
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#20. The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
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#24. 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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#26. 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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#36. Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things
law and war.
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#37. O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls!
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#38. 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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#39. Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, on e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now the living, now the dead.
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#43. Obey thy genius, for a minister it is unto the throne of fate. Draw to thy soul, and centralize the rays which are around of the Divinity.
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#46. Walk boldly and wisely ... There is a hand above that will help you on.
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#52. Star canto: star speaks light, and world to world
Repeats the passage of the universe
To God; the name of Christ
the one great word
Well worth all languages in earth or heaven.
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#53. England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
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#55. Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
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#58. Life's but a means unto an end, that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things
God.
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#63. Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation.
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#64. Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
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#67. Dreams are rudiments
Of the great state to come. We dream what is
About to happen.
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#68. Necessity, like electricity, is in ourselves and all things, and no more without us than within us.
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#70. For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.
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#72. I run the gauntlet of a file of doubts,
Each one of which down hurls me to the ground.
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#74. Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
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#78. 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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#79. See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.
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#81. 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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#82. Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
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#83. It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
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#85. The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them
God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.
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#90. I am tired of looking on what is,
One might as well see beauty never more,
As look upon it with an empty eye.
I would this world were over. I am tired.
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#93. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives,
Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.
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#96. Fine thoughts are wealth, for the right use of which
Men are and ought to be accountable,
If not to Thee, to those they influence.
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#97. Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.
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#99. 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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