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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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Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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Banner Cheer Country Filling Shout Star
Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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Crimson Feeling Flame Hand Heart Rapturous Touch
The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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Bind Heaven Loose Mouth Power Truth
O, beautiful and grand, My own, my native land! Of thee I boast: Great empire of the west, The dearest and the best, Made up of all the rest, I love thee most.
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Beautiful Country Empire Land Native West
We hail the return of the day of thy birth, Fair Columbia! washed by the waves of two oceans Where men from the farthest dominions of earth Rear altars to Freedom, and pay their devotions;
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Birth Columbia Father Freedom Hail Ocean Return
When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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Clasped Hand Heart Lip Pressed Secret
The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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Divine Rapturous Suffusion Surprise Touch
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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Heart Motive Prize Religious Science Thousand Value
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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Ages Asylum Free Land Lapse
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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Aerial Bony Cave Labrinthean Loss Mystic Pulse Sense Sweet
The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
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Belong One Power Sense Understood
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.
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Bidding Freedom Shining Star Tyrant Vassal
With dazzling pomp descending angels sung Good will and peace to men, to God due praise, Who on the errand of salvation sent
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Dazzling Due God Good Pomp Praise Sund
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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Ascent Body Day Gained Longing Night Pitch Repose
None of the prophets old, So lofty or so bold! No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast; In loneliness sublime
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Bold Breast Courage Dauntless Giving Loneliness
Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.
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Answer Need Paradise Unfallen Poetry Speech Suffice

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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