Philip James Bailey ( 10 of 77 )
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
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See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
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.
Defining night by darkness, death by dust.
Defining night by darkness, death by dust.
'Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration
Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains
The east; 'tis time unfolds read more
'Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration
Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains
The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
Lowliness is the base of every virtue,
And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
Lowliness is the base of every virtue,
And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
