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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column;
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
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"The Ovidian Elegiac Metre" (translated from Schiller) (1799).
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"Love", st. 1 (1799).

 
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