James Gates Percival Quotes

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

There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.

The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years!

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

In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,
And they tell in a garland their loves and cares;
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers,
On its leaves a mystic language bears.

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.

The recollection of one upward hour
Hath more in it to tranquilize and cheer
The darkness of despondency, than years
Of gayety and pleasure.

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.