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It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view.
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Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
Philip James Bailey
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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.
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The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
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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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A great many wise sayings have been uttered about the effects of solitary retirement; but the motives which impel men to seek it are not more various than the effects which it produces on different individuals. One thing is certain, that those who can with truth affirm that they are "never less alone than when alone," might generally add that they never feel more lonely than when not alone.
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Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
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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.
Philip James Bailey
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Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.
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Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
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Error is worse than ignorance.
Philip James Bailey -
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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Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.
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The strongest passion which I have is honor.
Philip James Bailey
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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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Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
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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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All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.
Philip James Bailey