Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;--
Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood
Of their own higher half, and willowy swamp:--
Farmhouses that at anchor seem'd--in the inland sky
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And this reft house is that the which he built,
Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd,
Cautious in vain ! These rats that squeak so wild,
Squeak, not unconscious of their father's guilt.
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And this place our forefathers made for man !
This is the process of our Love and Wisdom,
To each poor brother who offends against us--
Most innocent, perhaps--and what if guilty ?
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As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood,
That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the flood
Feeds its deep roots, and with the bulging flank
Of its wide base controls the fronting bank,
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Cupid, if storying legends tell aright,
Once framed a rich elixer of delight.
A chalice o'er love-kindled flames he fixed,
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'Tis sweet to him, who all the week
Through city-crowds must push his way,
To stroll alone through fields and woods,
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The first seen in the season

Nitens et roboris expers
Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat.
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Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining.

Katharine. What are the words ?

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To the River Otter

Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West!
How many various-fated years have past,
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This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,--
Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed
May all its agéd boughs o'er-canopy
The small round basin, which this jutting stone
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