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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines On A Friend, Who Died Of A Frenzy Fever, Induced By Calumnious Reports</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Edmund! thy grave with aching eye I scan,<br>And inly groan for heaven's poor outcast, man!<br>'Tis tempest all or gloom: in early youth,<br>If gifted with the Ithuriel lance of truth,<br>We force to start amid her feigned caress<br>Vice, siren-hag! in native ugliness,<br>A brother's fate will haply rouse the tear:<br>Onward we move in heaviness and fear!<br>But if our fond hearts call to pleasure's bower<br>Some pigmy folly in a careless hour,<br>The faithless guest shall stamp th' enchanted ground<br>And mingled forms of mis'ry rise around:<br>Heart-fretting fear, with pallid look aghast,<br>That courts the future woe to hide the past;<br>Remorse, the poisoned arrow in his side;<br>And loud lewd mirth, to anguish close allied:<br>Till frenzy, fierce-eyed child of moping pain,<br>Darts her hot lightning flash athwart the brain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rest, injured shade! Shall slander squatting near<br>Spit her cold venom in a dead man's ear?<br>'Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow<br>In merit's joy, and poverty's meek woe;<br>Thine all, that cheer the moment as it flies,<br>The zoneless cares, and smiling courtesies.<br>Nursed in thy heart the firmer virtues grew,<br>And in thy heart they withered! Such chill dew<br>Wan indolence on each young blossom shed;<br>And vanity her filmy net-work spread,<br>With eye that rolled around in asking gaze,<br>And tongue that trafficked in the trade of praise.<br>Thy follies such! the hard world mark'd them well--<br>Were they more wise, the proud who never fell?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rest, injured shade! the poor man's grateful prayer<br>On heaven-ward wing thy wounded soul shall bear.<br>As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass,<br>And oft sit down upon its recent grass,<br>With introverted eye I contemplate<br>Similitude of soul, perhaps of -- fate!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To me hath Heaven with bounteous hand assign'd <br>Energetic reason and a shaping mind,<br>The daring ken of truth, the patriot's part,<br>And pity's sigh, that breathes the gentle heart--<br>Sloth-jaundiced all! and from my graspless hand<br>Drop friendship's precious pearls, like hour-glass sand.<br>I weep, yet stoop not! the faint anguish flows,<br>A dreamy pang in the morning's fev'rish doze.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is this piled earth our being's passless mound?<br>Tell me, cold grave! is death with poppies crown'd?<br>Tired sentinel! mid fitful starts I nod,<br>And fain would sleep, though pillowed on a clod!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a></strong></div>