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

To William Godwin

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O form'd t' illume a sunless world forlorn, &nbspAs o'er the chill and dusky brow of Night, &nbspIn Finland's wintry skies the Mimic Morn Electric pours a stream of rosy light, Pleas'd I have mark'd Oppression, terror-pale, &nbspSince, thro' the windings of her dark machine, &nbspThy steady eye has shot its glances keen— And bade th' All-lovely 'scenes at distance hail'. Nor will I not thy holy guidance bless, &nbspAnd hymn thee, Godwin! with an ardent lay; &nbspFor that thy voice, in Passion's stormy day, When wild I roam'd the bleak Heath of Distress, Bade the bright form of Justice meet my way— And told me that her name was Happiness.

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Writers: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

To William Godwin

To William Godwin

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