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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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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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Apology Character Immovable Miracle Wine
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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Complete Fulfilment How Loving Sweet Useless Women
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
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
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
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
He dares confront the time, And speak the truth, and give the world no rest No kingly threat can cowardize his breath, He with majestic step goes forth to meet his death.
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Breath Confront Coward Dare Speak Time Truth
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 grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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Above Ascend Culminate Eternity Evermore Horizon
On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep Descends the solemn mystery of sleep, Toiling and climbing to the very close
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Climbing Eye Mystery Night Sleep Weep
Eternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e’en now, Eternity below?
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Crumbling Eternity Know Precipitous Stand Verse
Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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Beloved Flesh Plural Unity World
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
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
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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Angel Babe Born Christmas Illustrious Sweet Time
Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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Father Fight Foemen Nobly Strove Stuck

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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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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