<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Friend, In Answer To A Melancholy Letter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away, those cloudy looks, that lab'ring sigh,<br>The peevish offspring of a sickly hour!<br>Nor meanly thus complain of fortune's power,<br>When the blind gamester throws a luckless die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yon setting sun flashes a mournful gleam<br>Behind those broken clouds, his stormy train:<br>To-morrow shall the many-colord main<br>In brightness roll beneath his orient beam!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild as th' autumnal gust, the hand of Time<br>Flies o'er his mystic lyre! in shadowy dance<br>Th' alternate groups of joy and grief advance,<br>Responsive to his varying strains sublime!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bears on its wing each hour a load of fate.<br>The swain, who lulled by Seine's wild murmurs, led<br>His weary oxen to their nightly shed,<br>To-day may rule a tempest-troubled State.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor shall not fortune with a vengeful smile<br>Survey the sanguinary despot's might,<br>And haply hurl the pageant from his height,<br>Unwept to wander in some savage isle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, shiv'ring sad beneath the tempest's frown,<br>Round his tired limbs to wrap the purple vest;<br>And mixed with nails and beads, an equal jest!<br>Barter for food the jewels of his crown.</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=512885" data-title="To A Friend, In Answer To A Melancholy Letter de Samuel Taylor Coleridge" data-description="Away, those cloudy looks, that lab'ring sigh, The peevish offspring of a sickly hour! Nor meanly thus complain of fortune's power, When the blind gamester throws a luckless die. Yon setting sun flashes a mournful gleam Behind those broken clouds,..."></div> </div> </div>

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