With dazzling pomp descending angels sung Good will and peace to men, to God due praise, Who on the errand of salvation sent
ABRAHAM COLESPoetry 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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Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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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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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.
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The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
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The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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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.
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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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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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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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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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The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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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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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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