Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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. Devonshire Roads
2. On A Ruined House In A Romantic Country
3. The Nose
4. Charity in Thought
5. Lines On A Friend, Who Died Of A Frenzy Fever, Induced By Calumnious Reports

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