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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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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
Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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Death Despite Reunite Separate Unite
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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Dearest Death Doubt Father God Removal
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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Attribute Calumny Counter Indecency Proof
O, 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.
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Beautiful Country Empire Land Native West
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
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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Dazzling Due God Good Pomp Praise Sund
Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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Banner Cheer Country Filling Shout Star
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
The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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Divine Rapturous Suffusion Surprise Touch
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
The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
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Belong One Power Sense Understood
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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Girded Humble Love Self True Vaunt
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
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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Bar Blow Display Ensign Glorious Manner Star Zephyr
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

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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