Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
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.
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with read more
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.
England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
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.
