To Richard Brinsley Sheridan

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

To Richard Brinsley Sheridan

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It was some Spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd        &nbspO'er thy young mind such wildly-various power!        &nbspMy soul hath mark'd thee in her shaping hour, Thy temples with Hymettian flow'rets wreath'd: And sweet thy voice, as when o'er Laura's bier        &nbspSad Music trembled thro' Vauclusa's glade;        &nbspSweet, as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade That wafts soft dreams to Slumber's listening ear. Now patriot Rage and Indignation high        &nbspSwell the full tones! And now thine eye-beams dance        &nbspMeanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry! Writhes inly from the bosom-probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout ador'd, As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword.

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  • Samuel Taylor Coleridge