The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets
To rise, ascend, and culminate above
Eternity’s horizon evermore.
Abraham Coles
Abraham Coles
Who has not seen
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
Fling out, fling out,
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
Eternity! How know we
Eternity! How know we but we stand
On the precipitous and crumbling verge
Of Time e’en now, Eternity below?
Abraham Coles
Poetry is unfallen speech.
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
O loving woman, man’s
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 Coles
On eyes that watch
On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep
Descends the solemn mystery of sleep,
Toiling and climbing to the very close,
The weary Body, longing for repose,
On the gained level of the day’s ascent,
Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.
Abraham Coles
I value science–none can
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.
Abraham Coles
Words are freeborn, and
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
O most illustrious of
O most illustrious of the days of time!
Day full of joy and benison to earth
When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem!
With dazzling pomp descending angels sung
Good will and peace to men, to God due praise,
Who on the errand of salvation sent
Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity
Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
Abraham Coles