Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Devon / England
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Devon / England
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The Pains Of Sleep

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Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees ;
But silently, by slow degrees,
My spirit I to Love compose,
In humble trust mine eye-lids close,
With reverential resignation,
No wish conceived, no thought exprest,
Only a sense of supplication ;
A sense o'er all my soul imprest
That I am weak, yet not unblest,
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Solomon Senxer 10 September 2019
I could identify with some of his expressions!
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Jane 92 18 October 2008
i leeeuve this one its a great poem it should be in the top 500: ( a great man witha great mind Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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