Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, heard when it floats along the shade of elms, in the still place of graves.
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.
- 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
Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.
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…
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.
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.
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…
Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, hea… - James Gates Percival
Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, hea…
How awful is that hour when con, science stings. - James Gates Percival
How awful is that hour when con, science stings.
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