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. Lines
2. A Child's Evening Prayer
3. The Complaint of Ninathoma
4. The Exchange
5. The Suicide's Argument

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