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 COLESI 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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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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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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Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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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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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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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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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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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, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
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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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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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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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