Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
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Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
Call me Sappho, call me Chloris,
Call me Lalage, or Doris,
Only, only, call me thine.

It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,
If any man obtain that which he merits,
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It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,
If any man obtain that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.

The knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I read more

The knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I trust.

A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.

A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.

. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
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. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.