<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet VII. To Burke</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale,<br>With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise,<br>I saw the sainted form of FREEDOM rise:<br>She spake! not sadder moans the autumnal gale.<br>'Great Son of Genius! sweet to me thy name,<br>Ere in an evil hour with alter'd voice<br>Thou bad'st Oppression's hireling crew rejoice<br>Blasting with wizard spell my laurell'd fame.<br>Yet never, Burke! thou drank'st Corruption's bowl!<br>Thee stormy Pity, and the cherished lure<br>Of Pomp, and proud Precipitance of soul,<br>Wildered with meteor fires. Ah, Spirit pure!<br>That error's mist had left thy purged eye:<br>So might I clasp thee with a Mother's joy!'</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=512824" data-title="Sonnet VII. To Burke de Samuel Taylor Coleridge" data-description="As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale, With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise, I saw the sainted form of FREEDOM rise: She spake! not sadder moans the autumnal gale. 'Great Son of Genius! sweet to me thy name, Ere in an evil hour with alter'..."></div> </div> </div>

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