Quotes from 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.

Green sods are all their monuments; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.

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.

Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.

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.

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 ever sweet contentment's blest abode.

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

O rose! the sweetest blossom, Of spring the fairest flower, O rose! the joy of heaven. The god of love, with roses His yellow locks adorning, Dances with the hours and graces.

I am one who finds within me a nobility that spurns the idle pratings of the great, and their mean boasts of what their fathers were, while they themselves are fools effeminate.