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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEDICATORY SONNET TO S. T. COLERIDGE, by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Father, and bard revered! To whom I owe Last Line: That good, my sire, I dedicate to thee. Alternate Author Name(s): Coleridge, Hartley Subject(s): Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834); Poetry & Poets | |||
Father, and Bard revered! to whom I owe, Whate'er it be, my little art of numbers, Thou, in thy night-watch o'er my cradled slumbers, Didst meditate the verse that lives to show, (And long shall live, when we alike are low) Thy prayer how ardent, and thy hope how strong, That I should learn of Nature's self the song, The lore which none but Nature's pupils know. The prayer was heard: I "wander'd like a breeze," By mountain brooks and solitary meres, And gathered there the shapes and phantasies Which, mixed with passions of my sadder years, Compose this book. If good therein there be, That good, my sire, I dedicate to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB |
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