Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
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.
The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.
The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.
The sun, centre and sire of light,
The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
The sun, centre and sire of light,
The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
A poet not in love is out at sea;
He must have a lay-figure.
A poet not in love is out at sea;
He must have a lay-figure.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
