Philip James Bailey
Philip James Bailey
Philip James Baileywas an English Spasmodic poet, best known as the author of Festus...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth22 April 1816
death kings flower
The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
stars war moon
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.
suicide hands makers
We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.
stars blessing clouds
Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.
love truth-is poet
Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
cheating self firsts
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.
thinking self space
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.
humility virtue lowliness
Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
poetry prophet made
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.
life wise-love stores
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
life woe-unto woe-is-me
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.
life wise-love should
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
love life fashion
Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is.
life life-death awe
Life hath more awe than death.