In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.
Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids. - James Gates Percival
Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.
- James Gates Percival
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness. - James Gates Percival
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.
Our thoughts are boundless, though our frames are frail, Our souls immortal, though our limbs decay; Though darken'd in this poor life by a veil Of s… - James Gates Percival
Our thoughts are boundless, though our frames are frail, Our souls immortal, though our limbs decay; Though darken'd in this poor life by a veil Of s…
There is nothing but death Our affections can sever, And till life's latest breath Love shall bind us for ever. - James Gates Percival
There is nothing but death Our affections can sever, And till life's latest breath Love shall bind us for ever.
Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn. - James Gates Percival
Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn.
The recollection of one upward hour Hath more in it to tranquilize and cheer The darkness of despondency, than years Of gayety and pleasure. - James Gates Percival
The recollection of one upward hour Hath more in it to tranquilize and cheer The darkness of despondency, than years Of gayety and pleasure.
Happy the life, that in a peaceful stream, Obscure, unnoticed through the vale has flow'd; The heart that ne'er was charm'd by fortune's gleam Is eve… - James Gates Percival
Happy the life, that in a peaceful stream, Obscure, unnoticed through the vale has flow'd; The heart that ne'er was charm'd by fortune's gleam Is eve…
How awful is that hour when con, science stings. - James Gates Percival
How awful is that hour when con, science stings.
There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away. - James Gates Percival
There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.
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