Through the long lapse of ages, that so there might be An asylum for all in the Land of the Free.
ABRAHAM COLESThrough the long lapse of ages, that so there might be An asylum for all in the Land of the Free.
ABRAHAM COLESThee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
ABRAHAM COLESPoetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.
ABRAHAM COLESEternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e’en now, Eternity below?
ABRAHAM COLESTaking 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 COLESThe rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
ABRAHAM COLESTrue love is humble, thereby is it known; Girded for service, seeking not its own; Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise.
ABRAHAM COLESO 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 COLESWhere our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
ABRAHAM COLESWithin 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 COLESWhen hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
ABRAHAM COLESWords 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 COLESWho has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
ABRAHAM COLESNo 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.
ABRAHAM COLESThe power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
ABRAHAM COLESO, 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