Here are beautiful sentences from tn,
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Here are beautiful sentences from the
pen of Coleridge. Nothing can be more
eloquen,-nothing more true:


'.Call not that man wreicbed. who, what
ever else he suffers as to pain inflicted, or
pleasure denied, has child for whom he
hopes, and on whom he doats. Poverty
may grind him TO the dust, obscurity may
cast its darkest mantle over him, his voice
may be unheeded by those among whom
he dwells, and his face may be unknown
to his neighbors; every pain may rack his
joints, and sleep flee from his pillow--but
he has a gem with which he would not
part for wealth detying computation, for
fame filling worlds ear, for the sweetest
steep that ever fell on mortal's eye"