Philip James Bailey ( 10 of 77 )
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!
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
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.
Art is man's nature: Nature is God's art.
Art is man's nature: Nature is God's art.
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.
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.
As the master so the valet. (Like master, like man.)
[Fr., Fel maltre, tel valet.]
As the master so the valet. (Like master, like man.)
[Fr., Fel maltre, tel valet.]
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.
The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and read more
The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
