James Gates Percival
James Gates Percival
James Gates Percivalwas an American poet and geologist, born in Berlin, Connecticut and died in Hazel Green, Wisconsin...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
CountryUnited States of America
dark voice years
The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years!
wings way lightning
Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn.
farewell night shade
Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, heard when it floats along the shade of elms, in the still place of graves.
affection constancy breaths
There is nothing but death Our affections can sever, And till life's latest breath Love shall bind us for ever.
awful hours conscience
How awful is that hour when con, science stings.
never-forget moments stealing
There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.