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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

What Is Life?

Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
    Too ample in itself for human sight?
An absolute Self—an element ungrounded—
All, that we see, all colours of all shade
    [Image]By encroach of darkness made?—
Is very life by consciousness unbounded?
And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,
A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death?

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