Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Ñýìþýë Òýéëîð Êîëüðèäæ)

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. Devonshire Roads
2. Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath
3. Charity in Thought
4. Lines On A Friend, Who Died Of A Frenzy Fever, Induced By Calumnious Reports
5. Humility the Mother of Charity

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