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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eolian Harp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire)</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-flower'd Jasmin, and the broad-leav'd Myrtle,<br>(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!)<br>And watch the clouds, that late were rich with light,<br>Slow saddening round, and mark the star of eve<br>Serenely brilliant (such should Wisdom be)<br>Shine opposite! How exquisite the scents<br>Snatch'd from yon bean-field! and the world so hushed!<br>The stilly murmur of the distant Sea<br>Tells us of silence.<br>  And that simplest Lute,<br>Placed length-ways in the clasping casement, hark!<br>How by the desultory breeze caress'd,<br>Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover,<br>It pours such sweet upbraiding, 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 Fairy-Land,<br>Where Melodies round honey-dripping flowers,<br>Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise,<br>Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untam'd wing!<br>O! the one Life within us and abroad,<br>Which meets all motion and becomes its soul,<br>A light in sound, a sound-like power in light,<br>Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where&mdash;<br>Methinks, it should have been impossible<br>Not to love all things in a world so fill'd;<br>Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air<br>Is Music slumbering on her instrument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And thus, my Love! as on the midway slope<br>Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon,<br>Whilst through my half-clos'd eye-lids I behold<br>The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main.<br>And tranquil muse upon tranquillity;<br>Full many a thought uncall'd and undetain'd,<br>And many idle flitting phantasies,<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 fram'd,<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?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But thy more serious eye a mild reproof<br>Darts, O belov&eacute;d Woman! nor such thoughts<br>Dim and unhallow'd 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 disprais'd<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>The Incomprehensible! save when with awe<br>I praise him, and with Faith that inly feels;<br>Who with his saving mercies heal&eacute;d me,<br>A sinful and most miserable man,<br>Wilder'd and dark, and gave me to possess<br>Peace, and this Cot, and thee, heart-honour'd Maid!</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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My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o'ergrown
With white-flower'd Jasmin, and the broad-leav'd Myrtle,
(Meet emblems they of Inn..."></div>
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