More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  1. Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course?
  2. How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits Honor or wealth, with all his worth and pains! It sounds like stories from the land of spirit…
  3. Aloof with hermit-eye I scan The present works of present man - A wild and dreamlike trade of blood and guile, Too foolish for a tear, too …
  4. Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks.
  5. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
  6. And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, yo…
  7. In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
  8. And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.

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