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Then would he swear
That he would conquer time; that in his reign
It never should be winter; he would have
No pain, no growing old, no death at all.

— Hartley Coleridge Poems (1851)

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The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed center.

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Rising now, anon descending,
Swift and bright as shooting stars,
Thus we travel glad and free.

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He grew, and grew,
A star-bright sign of fated empery;
And all conspiring omens led him on
To lofty purpose and pre-eminence.

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Jove is not one half so merciless
As thou art to thyself. But fare thee well;
Our love is all as stubborn as thy pride,
And swift as firm.

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The glad sons of the deliver'd earth
Shall yearly raise their multitudinous voice,
Hymning great Jove, the God of Liberty!

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