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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

When Hope But Made Tranquillity Be Felt (Fragment)

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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