Love spends his all, and still hath store. Philip James Bailey More Quotes by Philip James Bailey More Quotes From Philip James Bailey He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow. Philip James Bailey sorrowknowsheart See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss. Philip James Bailey beardsunshinegold When night hath set her silver lamp high, Then is the time for study. Philip James Bailey lampsstudynight Surely the stars are images of love. Philip James Bailey images-of-lovestars What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies? Philip James Bailey scripturestarssky He hath no power that hath not power to use. Philip James Bailey poweruse A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure. Philip James Bailey poetsealove-is 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. Philip James Bailey lightfeelingssweet Life hath more awe than death. Philip James Bailey life-deathawelife We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; Philip James Bailey feelingstimeyears Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell. Philip James Bailey coalenvyhot The sole equality on earth is death. Philip James Bailey soleequalityearth Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow. Philip James Bailey peepinglipssnow 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. Philip James Bailey dewtearsnight All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good. Philip James Bailey good-mangoodnessrace O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls! Philip James Bailey soulearthgod Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts Philip James Bailey dear-lordsoulgod Evil then results from imperfection. Philip James Bailey imperfectionresultsevil Evil is limited. One cannot form Philip James Bailey schemesformevil Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little. Philip James Bailey littlesdeathart
