When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt--
A Flight of Hopes for ever on the wing
But made Tranquillity a conscious Thing--
And wheeling round and round in sportive coil
Fann'd the calm air upon the brow of Toil--
More verses by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Ode To The Departing Year
- Sonnet Vi.
- The Pang More Sharp Than All. An Allegory
- To A Young Lady, With A Poem On The French Revolution
- Sonnet Ii. On A Discovery Made Too Late
