Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua

The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--
In unctuous cones of kindling coal,
Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole,
His gifted ken can see
Phantoms of sublimity. 

1. Lines
2. Lines Written after a Walk before Supper
3. To an Infant
4. The Suicide's Argument
5. To a Friend, with an Unfinished Poem

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