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"SONNET." by S. Taylor Coleridge.
"SONNET." by Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Pale Roamer through the night!! thou poor Forlorn!!
Remorse that man on his death-bed possess,
Who in the credulous hour of tenderness
Betrayed, then cast thee forth to want and scorn!!
The world is pitiless: the caste one´s pride
Mimic of Virtue scowls on thy distress:
Thy Loves and they, that envied thee, deride:
And Vice alone will shelter wretchedness!!
O!! I could weep to think, that there should be
Cold-bosomed lewd ones, who endure to place
Foul offerings on the shrine of misery,
And force from famine the caress of Love;
May He shed Healing on the sore disgrace,
He, the Great Comforter that rules above!! (God.)
Author: S. Taylor Coleridge.
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