Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
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.
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.
The worst men often give the best advice.
The worst men often give the best advice.
Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
