Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж)

Epitaph on an Infant

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there. 

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2. The Pang More Sharp Than All
3. Humility the Mother of Charity
4. Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath
5. Imitated from the Welsh

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