To Richard Brinsley Sheridan

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Title:     To Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

TO RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN, ESQ.

It was some Spirit, SHERIDAN! that breath'd
O'er thy young mind such wildly-various power!
My soul hath mark'd thee in her shaping hour,
Thy temples with Hymettian flow'rets wreath'd:

And sweet thy voice, as when o'er LAURA'S bier
Sad Music trembled thro' Vauclusa's glade;
Sweet, as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade
That wafts soft dreams to SLUMBER'S listening ear.

Now patriot Rage and Indignation high
Swell the full tones! And now thine eye-beams dance
Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry!
Writhes inly from the bosom-probing glance

The Apostate by the brainless rout ador'd,
As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword.

January 29, 1795.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: To Richard Brinsley Sheridan

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