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

There is nothing but death Our affections can sever, And till life's latest breath Love shall bind us for ever.

- 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

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

Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn.

- 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.

- 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…

- James Gates Percival

How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

- 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…

- James Gates Percival