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The worst men often give the best advice.
Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.
Topic: Advice
Source: Festus (sc. A Village Feast, Evening)
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The worst men often give the best advice.
Topic: Advice / Experience / Wisdom
Source: None
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America! half brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.
Topic: America
Source: Festus (sc. The Surface, l. 340)
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Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear
Glean after what it can.
Topic: Authorship
Source: Festus (sc. Home)
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The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God himself takes them.
Topic: Beauty
Source: Festus (sc. Water and Wood Midnight)
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Blessing star forth forever; but a curse
Is like a cloud--it passes.
Topic: Blessings
Source: Festus (sc. Hades)
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Worthy books
Are not companions--they are solitudes:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.
Topic: Books
Source: Festus (sc. A Village Feast, Evening)
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'Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration
Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains
The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Topic: Comparisons
Source: Festus (sc. A Ruined Temple)
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Defining night by darkness, death by dust.
Topic: Comparisons
Source: Festus (sc. Water and Wood)
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Our similarities are different.
Topic: Comparisons
Source: Festus (sc. Water and Wood)
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The long days are no happier than the short ones.
Topic: Day
Source: Festus (sc. A Village Feast, Evening)
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Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
Topic: Death
Source: Festus (sc. A Country Town)
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The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
Topic: Death
Source: Festus (sc. Home)
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The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
Topic: Dew
Source: Festus (sc. Another and a Better World)
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Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
Topic: Dew
Source: Festus (sc. Water and Wood--Midnight)
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Who never doubted, never half believed.
Where doubt there truth is--'tis her shadow.
Topic: Doubt
Source: Festus (sc. A Country Town)
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Who never doubted, never half believed. Where doubt is, there truth is -- it is her shadow.
Topic: Doubt
Source: None
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England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
Topic: England
Source: Festus (sc. The Surface, l. 376)
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The truth is perilous never to the true,
Nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool,
And to the false, error and truth alike,
Error is worse than ignorance.
Topic: Errors
Source: Festus (sc. A Mountain Sunrise)
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Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
Topic: Evil
Source: Prelude to Festus
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There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes,
Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth.
Topic: Eyes
Source: Festus (sc. A Drawing Room)
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Faith is a higher faculty than reason.
Topic: Faith
Source: Festus--Proem (l. 84)
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The heart is its own Fate.
Topic: Fate
Source: Festus (sc. Wood and Water, Sunset)
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The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.
Topic: Fraud
Source: Festus (sc. Anywhere)
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Burn to be great,
Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone.
The plains are everlasting as the hills,
The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else
Comes on the mind with the like shock as though
Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.
Topic: Greatness
Source: Festus (sc. Home)
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I have a heart with room for every joy.
Topic: Heart
Source: Festus (sc. A Mountain)
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My favoured temple is in an humble heart.
Topic: Heart
Source: Festus (sc. Colonnade and Lawn)
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Hell is more bearable than nothingness.
Topic: Hell
Source: Festus (sc. Heaven)
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Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
Topic: Hell
Source: Festus (sc. Hell, l. 194)
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The hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
Topic: Heroes
Source: Festus--Proem (l. 114)
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As the master so the valet. (Like master, like man.)
[Fr., Fel maltre, tel valet.]
Topic: Heroes
Source: Festus--Proem (l. 114)
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Lowliness is the base of every virtue,
And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
Topic: Humility
Source: Festus (sc. Home)
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Imagination is the air of mind.
Topic: Imagination
Source: Festus (sc. Another and a Better World)
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For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.
Topic: Ivy
Source: Festus (sc. A Large Party and Entertainment)
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Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus
Topic: Joy
Source: Festus (sc. A Library and Balcony--A Summer Night, l. 62)
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And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
Topic: Joy
Source: Festus (sc. A Village Feast, l. 26)
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Both man and womankind belie their nature
When they are not kind.
Topic: Kindness
Source: Festus (sc. Home)
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Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life
But needs it and may learn.
Topic: Kindness
Source: Festus (sc. Home)
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Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power
Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon
It works, on e'er self-transmutative form,
Common to now the living, now the dead.
Topic: Light
Source: Festus (sc. Water and Wood)
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Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.
Topic: Love
Source: Festus (sc. A Party and Entertainment)
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I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one great woe of life
To feel all feeling die.
Topic: Love
Source: Festus (sc. A Party and Entertainment)
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Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Topic: Love
Source: Festus (sc. A Party and Entertainment)
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The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
Topic: Love
Source: Festus (sc. Alcove and Garden)
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Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Topic: Love
Source: Festus (sc. Garden and Bower by the Sea)
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The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
Topic: Love
Source: Festus (sc. Garden and Bower by the Sea)
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Let each man think himself an act of God.
His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.
Topic: Man
Source: Festus--Proem (l. 162)
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Every believer is God's miracle.
Topic: Miracles
Source: Festus (sc. Home)
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Music tells no truths.
Topic: Music
Source: Festus (sc. A Village Feast)
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The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
Topic: Nature
Source: Festus (sc. Water and Wood)
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Nature means Necessity.
Topic: Nature
Source: Festus--Dedication
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