Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua

The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--
In unctuous cones of kindling coal,
Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole,
His gifted ken can see
Phantoms of sublimity. 

1. To the Autumnal Moon
2. What Is an Epigram?
3. Home-Sick. Written In Germany
4. Duty Surviving Self-Love, the Only Sure Friend of Declining Life
5. The Picture, Or The Lover's Resolution

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