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Poet of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre / Startles the churches from their slumbers late, …
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Channing! my Mentor whilst my thought was young, / And I the votary of fair liberty,— …
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Misfortune to have lived not knowing thee! / ’T were not high living, nor to noblest end, …
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Freedom’s first champion in our fettered land! / Nor politician nor base citizen …
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Romancer, far more coy than that coy sex! / Perchance some stroke of magic thee befell, …
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Thou, sibyl rapt! whose sympathetic soul / Infused the myst’ries thy tongue failed to tell; …
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Who nearer Nature’s life would truly come / Must nearest come to him of whom I speak; …
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People’s attorney, servant of the Right! / Pleader for all shades of the solar ray, …