black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.

Abraham Coles

O loving woman, man’s fulfillment, sweet, Completing him not otherwise complete! How void and useless the sad remnant left Were he of her, his nobler part, bereft.
ABRAHAM COLES

Complete Fulfilment How Loving Sweet Useless Women
The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
ABRAHAM COLES

Divine Rapturous Suffusion Surprise Touch
Taking our stand on the immovable rock of Christ’s character we risk nothing in saying that the wine of miracle answered to the wine of nature, and was not intoxicating.
ABRAHAM COLES

Apology Character Immovable Miracle Wine
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.
ABRAHAM COLES

Dearest Death Doubt Father God Removal
Eternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e’en now, Eternity below?
ABRAHAM COLES

Crumbling Eternity Know Precipitous Stand Verse
The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day’s ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.
ABRAHAM COLES

Ascent Body Day Gained Longing Night Pitch Repose
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.
ABRAHAM COLES

Beautiful Country Empire Land Native West
Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
ABRAHAM COLES

Beloved Flesh Plural Unity World
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.
ABRAHAM COLES

Aerial Bony Cave Labrinthean Loss Mystic Pulse Sense Sweet
The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
ABRAHAM COLES

Bind Heaven Loose Mouth Power Truth
The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
ABRAHAM COLES

Belong One Power Sense Understood
When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
ABRAHAM COLES

Clasped Hand Heart Lip Pressed Secret
Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.
ABRAHAM COLES

Answer Need Paradise Unfallen Poetry Speech Suffice
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 COLES

Bidding Freedom Shining Star Tyrant Vassal
None of the prophets old, So lofty or so bold! No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast; In loneliness sublime
ABRAHAM COLES

Bold Breast Courage Dauntless Giving Loneliness
On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep Descends the solemn mystery of sleep, Toiling and climbing to the very close
ABRAHAM COLES

Climbing Eye Mystery Night Sleep Weep

The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Abraham Coles Quotes