<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet V.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled <br>To see thee, poor old man! and thy gray hairs<br>Hoar with the snowy blast; while no one cares<br>To clothe thy shrivelled limbs and palsied head.<br>My Father! throw away this tattered vest<br>That mocks thy shiv'ring! take my garment--use<br>A young man's arm! I'll melt these frozen dews<br>That hang from thy white beard and numb thy breast.<br>My Sara, too, shall tend thee, like a child:<br>And thou shalt talk, in our fire-side's recess,<br>Of purple pride, that scowls on wretchedness.--<br>He did not scowl, the Galilaean mild,<br>Who met the Lazar turned from rich man's doors,<br>And called him Friend, and wept upon his sores!</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512822" data-title="Sonnet V. de Samuel Taylor Coleridge" data-description="Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled To see thee, poor old man! and thy gray hairs Hoar with the snowy blast; while no one cares To clothe thy shrivelled limbs and palsied head. My Father! throw away this tattered vest That mocks thy shiv'ring..."></div> </div> </div>

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