Words are freeborn, and not the vassals of the gruff tyrants of prose to do their bidding only. They have the same right to dance and sing as the dewdrops have to sparkle and the stars to shine.
ABRAHAM COLESThe power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day’s ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.
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Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o’er all the Powers of Sound.
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O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem!
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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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True love is humble, thereby is it known; Girded for service, seeking not its own; Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise.
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Let us not doubt that God has a father’s pity towards us, and that in the removal of that which is dearest to us He is still loving and kind.
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Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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Through the long lapse of ages, that so there might be An asylum for all in the Land of the Free.
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Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in full and glorious manner! Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying! Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!
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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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I value science–none can prize it more, It gives ten thousand motives to adore: Be it religious, as it ought to be, The heart it humbles, and it bows the knee.
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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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