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Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли)


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WE live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest:
Lives in one hour more than in years do some
Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things - God.
The dead have all the glory of the world. 



Philip James Bailey's other poems:
  1. Festus - 31
  2. Britian’s Cause
  3. Nottingham Castle
  4. The Nemesis Of Nations
  5. To The Trent


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