Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.
ABRAHAM COLESWho has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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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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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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No counter proof can equal the force of that drawn from His attributes. It is an indecency and a calumny to impute to Christ conduct which requires apology.
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When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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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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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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Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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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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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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The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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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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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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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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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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