Poetry & Verse
Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement
By Samuel ColeridgeSource: Samuel Coleridge - PoetryDB (Public Domain)505 words
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The...
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Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air Our Myrtles blossom'd; and across the porch Thick Jasmins twined : the little landscape round Was green and woody, and refresh'd the eye. It was a spot which you might aptly call The Valley of Seclusion !…
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