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 COLESNone of the prophets old, So lofty or so bold! No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast; In loneliness sublime
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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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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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The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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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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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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True love is humble, thereby is it known; Girded for service, seeking not its own; Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise.
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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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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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Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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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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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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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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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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Eternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e’en now, Eternity below?
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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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