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A louder prelude, struck with fearless hand,
Proclaims, who charms his friends can charm the land.
If not condemn'd by Want's imperious call,
To the loath'd counter, or the toilsome stall;
Stretch'd at his ease, some lake's green verge along,
He pours to rocks and waves his careless song.
Or loves at noon on some warm slope to lie,
And "tranquil muse upon tranquillity[1]."
Proclaims, who charms his friends can charm the land.
If not condemn'd by Want's imperious call,
To the loath'd counter, or the toilsome stall;
Stretch'd at his ease, some lake's green verge along,
He pours to rocks and waves his careless song.
Or loves at noon on some warm slope to lie,
And "tranquil muse upon tranquillity[1]."
- ↑ And thus, my love, as on the midway slope
Of yonder hill, I stretch my limbs at noon,
Whilst through my half-clos'd eyelids I behold
The sunbeams dance like diamonds on the main,
And tranquil muse upon tranquillity,
Pull many a thought, uncall'd and undetain'd,
And many idle flitting phantasies,
Traverse my indolent and passive brain.
Coleridge's Poems, p. 130, third edit.
