Philip James Bailey

(1816-1902 / England)

Philip James Bailey Poems

1. Festus - Xiii 9/15/2010
2. Festus - Xiv 9/15/2010
3. Festus - Xix 9/15/2010
4. Festus - Xl 9/15/2010
5. Festus - Xli 9/15/2010
6. Festus - Xlii 9/15/2010
7. Festus - Xliii 9/15/2010
8. Festus - Xliv 9/15/2010
9. Festus - Xlv 9/15/2010
10. Festus - Xv 9/15/2010
11. Festus - Xvi 9/15/2010
12. Festus - Xvii 9/15/2010
13. Festus - Xviii 9/15/2010
14. Festus - Xx 9/15/2010
15. Festus - Xxi 9/15/2010
16. Festus - Xxii 9/16/2010
17. Festus - Xxiii 9/16/2010
18. Festus - Xxiv 9/16/2010
19. Festus - Xxix 9/16/2010
20. Festus - Xxv 9/16/2010
21. Festus - Xxvi 9/16/2010
22. Festus - Xxvii 9/16/2010
23. Festus - Xxviii 9/16/2010
24. Festus - Xxxi 9/16/2010
25. Festus - Xxxii 9/16/2010
26. Festus - Xxxiii 9/16/2010
27. Festus - Xxxiv 9/16/2010
28. Festus - Xxxix 9/16/2010
29. Festus - Xxxv 9/16/2010
30. Festus - Xxxvi 9/16/2010
31. Festus - Xxxvii 9/16/2010
32. Festus - Xxxviii 9/16/2010
33. Festus - Dedication 9/16/2010
34. Festus - L’envoi 9/16/2010
35. Festus - Proem 9/16/2010
36. Fetus - Xi 9/16/2010
37. Hymn 9/16/2010
38. Hymn Of Thanks 9/16/2010
39. A Fragment (I) 9/15/2010
40. A Fragment (Ii) 9/15/2010

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Best Poem of Philip James Bailey

We Live In Deeds . . .

WE live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest:
Lives in one hour more than in years do some
Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things - God.
The dead have all the glory of the world.

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A Fragment (Ii)

As in a'round wide view from some tall hill,
Central and isolate, it happeneth oft
The furthest things on all sides eyeable
Are village temples tapering to the skies,
Be such, too, the horizon of the soul;
And every ultimate object, unto Heaven
Calmly aspiring, indicate its end,
And sanctify the limits of our life.
For as in gentlest exhalations earth

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