To the Rev. W. J. Hort

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

To the Rev. W. J. Hort

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I Hush! ye clamorous Cares! be mute!         Again, dear Harmonist! again Thro' the hollow of thy flute         Breathe that passion-warbled strain: Till Memory each form shall bring         The loveliest of her shadowy throng; And Hope, that soars on sky-lark wing,         Carol wild her gladdest song! II O skill'd with magic spell to roll The thrilling tones, that concentrate the soul! Breathe thro' thy flute those tender notes again, While near thee sits the chaste-eyed Maiden mild; And bid her raise the Poet's kindred strain In soft impassion'd voice, correctly wild. III         In Freedom's undivided dell, Where Toil and Health with mellow'd Love shall dwell,         Far from folly, far from men,         In the rude romantic glen,         Up the cliff, and thro' the glade,         Wandering with the dear-lov'd maid,         I shall listen to the lay,         And ponder on thee far away Still, as she bids those thrilling notes aspire ('Making my fond attuned heart her lyre'), Thy honour'd form, my Friend! shall reappear, And I will thank thee with a raptur'd tear.

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  • Samuel Taylor Coleridge