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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Composed At Clevedon, Somersetshire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My pensive Sara, thy soft cheek reclined<br>Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is<br>To sit beside our cot, our cot o'ergrown<br>With white-flowered jasmine and the broad-leaved myrtle<br>(Meet emblems they of innocence and love),<br>And watch the clouds that late were rich with light <br>Slow-sad'ning round, and mark the star of eve<br>Serenely brilliant (such should wisdom be)<br>Shine opposite! How exquisite the scents<br>Snatched from yon bean-field! And the world so hushed!<br>The stilly murmur of the distant sea<br>Tells us of silence. And that simplest lute<br>Placed lengthways in the clasping casement-hark <br>How by desultory breeze caressed!<br>Like some coy maid half-yielding to her lover,<br>It pours such sweet upbraidings as must needs <br>Tempt to repeat the wrong. And now its strings<br>Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes<br>Over delicious surges sink and rise,<br>Such a soft floating witchery of sound<br>As twilight elfins make when they at eve<br>Voyage on gentle gales from fairyland,<br>Where melodies round honey-dropping flowers<br>Footless and wild, like birds of paradise, <br>Nor pause nor perch, hov'ring on untamed wing.<br>And thus, my love, as on the midway slope<br>Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon,<br>Whilst through my half-closed eyelids I behold<br>The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main, <br>And tranquil muse upon tranquility,<br>Full many a thought uncalled and undetained, <br>And many idle flitting fantasies<br>Traverse my indolent and passive brain-<br>As wild and various as the random gales<br>That swell and flutter on this subject lute!<br>And what if all of animated nature <br>Be but organic harps diversely framed,<br>That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps,<br>Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,<br>At once the soul of each, and God of all?<br>But thy more serious eye a mild reproof<br>Darts, oh beloved woman!-nor such thoughts<br>Dim and unhallowed dost thou not reject, <br>And biddest me walk humbly with my God.<br>Meek daughter in the family of Christ,<br>Well hast thou said and holily dispraised<br>These shapings of the unregenerate mind,<br>Bubbles that glitter as they rise and break<br>On vain philosophy's aye-babbling spring.<br>For never guiltless may I speak of Him,<br>Th'Incomprehensible! save when with awe <br>I praise him, and with faith that inly feels-<br>I praise him, and with faith that inly feels-<br>Who with his saving mercies healed me,<br>A sinful and most miserable man<br>Wildered and dark, and gave me to possess<br>Peace, and this cot, and the, heart-honoured maid! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aug. 20th, 1795</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our cot, our cot o'ergrown
With white-flowered jasmine and the broad-leaved myrtle
(Meet emblems they of innocence and love),
And watch the clouds t..."></div>
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