To Pitt

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Title:     To Pitt
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

Not always should the Tear's ambrosial dew
Roll its soft anguish down thy furrow'd cheek!
Not always heaven-breath'd tones of Suppliance meek
Beseem thee, Mercy! Yon dark Scowler view,
Who with proud words of dear-lov'd Freedom came--
More blasting than the mildew from the South!
And kiss'd his country with Iscariot mouth
(Ah! foul apostate from his Father's fame!)
Then fix'd her on the Cross of deep distress,
And at safe distance marks the thirsty Lance
Pierce her big side! But O! if some strange trance
The eye-lids of thy stern-brow'd Sister press,
Seize, Mercy! thou more terrible the brand,
And hurl her thunderbolts with fiercer hand!

December 23, 1794.

[The end]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Pitt

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