Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Epitaph

Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God,
And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he--
O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.--
That he who many a year with toil of breath
Found death in life, may here find life in death :
Mercy for praise--to be forgiven for fame--
He ask'd, and hoped through Christ. Do thou the same. 

1. Lines
2. The Suicide's Argument
3. On a Connubial Rupture in High Life
4. On a Ruined House in a Romantic Country
5. To an Infant

Elinor Wylie Epitaph ("For this she starred her eyes with salt")

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