Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж)

An Invocation

Sweet Muse! companion of my every hour!
Voice of my Joy! Sure soother of the sigh!
Now plume thy pinions, now exert each power,
And fly to him who owns the candid eye.

And if a smile of Praise thy labour hail
(Well shall thy labours then my mind employ)
Fly fleetly back, sweet Muse! and with the tale
O’erspread my Features with a flush of Joy!

1. Lines
2. Brockley Coomb
3. Humility the Mother of Charity
4. Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua
5. The Happy Husband

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