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Frost At Midnight

Rating: 3.2

The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud--and hark, again ! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
Have left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings : save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully.
'Tis calm indeed ! so calm, that it disturbs
And vexes meditation with its strange
And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood,

This populous village ! Sea, and hill, and wood,
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Aabid Hussain mir 08 July 2019

Frost at midnight mcq

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Susan Williams 25 February 2016

This is the Coleridge I love and admire! He can pen a line that is so sumptuous you want to sit down and feast on his poem like it was a meal.

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It is marvelous. The real happiest experience of reading a good poem here I felt. I also feel my mind with gratitude of the great power the universe where in the poemGreat universal teacher he shall mould.......Thy spirit and and by giving make it ask...... to Quietly shining to the quiet moon.......Really happiest words of the great poet and likes the poem with good feeling.

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