Philip James Bailey

Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun read more

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.

Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of read more

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.

Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.

Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.

The worst men often give the best advice.
Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.

The worst men often give the best advice.
Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.

And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.

And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.