English poet (1816-1902)
So sunset hath the richest sky,
So saints look happiest as they die.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
"Autumn", The Angel World and Other Poems
While over all springs up the green-lifed sod,
And arch, so light and lofty in its span--
So frail and yet so lasting--tis like man.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
"A Ruin", The Angel World and Other Poems
The Son Eternal smiled; and from his throne
Stretched out the hand of blessing o'er the world;
And blest it was -- forever -- blest it is.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
"The Angel World", The Angel World And Other Poems
I cannot be content with less than Heaven.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Beauties of Festus
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus