Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence. Abraham Coles More Quotes by Abraham Coles More Quotes From Abraham Coles Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us. Abraham Coles dust eye ignorance None of the prophets old, Abraham Coles loneliness courage giving The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: Abraham Coles truth mouths heaven True love is humble, thereby is it known; Abraham Coles self humble love 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. Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates. Abraham Coles doubt father death Taking 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. 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. Abraham Coles apology wine character O most illustrious of the days of time! Abraham Coles christmas angel sweet We hail the return of the day of thy birth, Abraham Coles freedom ocean father 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. Abraham Coles tyrants stars shining O loving woman, man's fulfillment, sweet, Abraham Coles women useless sweet On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep Abraham Coles eye sleep night I value science--none can prize it more, Abraham Coles religious heart science The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets Abraham Coles orbs horizon eternity Eternity! How know we but we stand Abraham Coles crumbling eternity knows Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country's Banner! 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! Abraham Coles cheer stars country Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name? The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes: When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart's secret was at once confessed? Abraham Coles flames heart hands 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. Abraham Coles pulse loss sweet 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. Abraham Coles land beautiful country