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 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not' Glide, rich streams, away' With lips unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, 1 stroll* And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live.

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SUNNY shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted And poised therein a bird so bold Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted'

He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolPd Within that shaft of sunny mist;

His eyes of fire, his beak of gold, All else of amethyst'

And thus he sang: 'Adieu' adieu' Love's dreams prove seldom true. The blossoms, they make no delay: The sparking dew-drops will not stay. Sweet month of May, We must away; Far, far away' To-day! to-day!'

��ROBERT SOUTHEY

569 His Books

PY days among the Dead are past,

Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast,

The mighty minds of old:

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