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
god soul
Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.
soul may chance
How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!
god soul earth
O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls!
god dear-lord soul
Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts The world were poor in thanks, though every soul Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade Of grass, and every atomie of earth To utter it like dew.
soul temples stills
The temples perish, but the God still lives.
fate soul thrones
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.
soul world
The world is a great poem, and the world's The words it is writ in, and we souls the thoughts.
love life-is without-love
Life is less than nothing without love.
love-is sea poet
A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.
art god nature
Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.
dream states happens
Dreams are rudiments Of the great state to come. We dream what is About to happen.
eye tired looks
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.
ignorance errors
Error is worse than ignorance.
faith uplifting eye
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.