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The Poetical Works of S.t. Coleridge (1); Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse and Zapolya: in Three Volumes
The Poetical Works of St Coleridge Including the Dramas of Wallenstein Remorse and Zapolya in Three Volumes - 1 Author:Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume: 1 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1829 Original Publisher: W. Pickering Subjects: History / General Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Literary Criticism / Poetry Poetry / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original... more ». It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: IMITATED FROM THE WELSH. If, while my passion I impart, You deem my words untrue, O place your hand upon my heart -- Feel how it throbs for you ! Ah no ! reject the thoughtless claim In pity to your Lover ! That thrilling touch would aid the flame, It wishes to discover. TO AN INFANT. A H cease thy Tears and Sobs, my little Life ! I did but snatch away the unclasped Knife : Some safer Toy will soon arrest thine eye And to quick Laughter change this peevish cry ! Poor Stumbler on the rocky coast of Woe, Tutored by Pain each source of Pain to know ! Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire Awake thy eager grasp and young desire ; Alike the Good, the 111 offend thy sight, And rouse the stormy Sense of shrill Affright! Untaught, yet wise ! mid all thy brief alarms Thou closely clingest to thy Mother's arms, Nestling thy little face in that fond breast Whose anxious Heavings lull thee to thy rest! Man's breathing Miniature ! thou mak'st me sigh- A Babe art thou -- and such a Thing am I! To anger rapid and as soon appeased, For trifles mourning and by trifles pleased, Break Friendship's Mirror with a tetchy blow, Yet snatch what coals of fire on Pleasure's altar glow! O thou that rearest with celestial aim The future Seraph in my mortal frame, Thrice holy Faith! whatever thorns I meet As on I totter with unpractised feet, Still let me stretch my arms ...« less