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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Fragment 7: When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt

When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt—
A Flight of Hopes for ever on the wing
But made Tranquillity a conscious Thing—
And wheeling round and round in sportive coil
Fann’d the calm air upon the brow of Toil—

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