Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж)

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. 

1. On A Connubial Rupture In High Life
2. On The Christening Of A Friend's Child
3. In The Manner Of Spenser
4. Lines Composed In A Concert-Room
5. Lines Written After A Walk Before Supper

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