Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power
Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon
It works, on e'er read more
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.
When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.
When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
Who never doubted, never half believed. Where doubt is, there truth is -- it is her shadow.
Who never doubted, never half believed. Where doubt is, there truth is -- it is her shadow.
