Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO THE REV. W.J. HORT, WHILE TEACHING A YOUNG LADY ... ON HIS FLUTE, by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE


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TO THE REV. W.J. HORT, WHILE TEACHING A YOUNG LADY ... ON HIS FLUTE, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Hush! Ye clamorous cares! Be mute
Last Line: And I will thank thee with a raptur'd tear.
Subject(s): Teaching & Teachers; Educators; Professors


I

Hush! ye clamorous Cares! be mute!
Again, dear Harmonist! again
Thro' the hollow of thy flute
Breathe that passion-warbled strain:
Till MEMORY each form shall bring
The loveliest of her shadowy throng;
And HOPE, that soars on sky-lark wing,
Carol wild her gladdest song!

II

O skill'd with magic spell to roll
The thrilling tones, that concentrate the soul!
Breathe thro' thy flute those tender notes again,
While near thee sits the chaste-eyed Maiden mild;
And bid her raise the Poet's kindred strain
In soft impassion'd voice, correctly wild.

III

In Freedom's UNDIVIDED dell,
Where Toil and Health with mellow'd Love shall dwell,
Far from folly, far from men,
In the rude romantic glen,
Up the cliff, and thro' the glade,
Wand'ring with the dear-lov'd maid,
I shall listen to the lay,
And ponder on thee far away!
Still, as she bids those thrilling notes aspire
('Making my fond attuned heart her lyre'),
Thy honour'd form, my Friend! shall reappear,
And I will thank thee with a raptur'd tear.





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