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Here are beautiful sentences from the
nen Of Coleridge. Nothing can be more
eloquent-nothing more true;


Call not that man wretched, who, what
ever else he suffers as 10 pain inflicted. or
Measure denied, has a child for whom he
homes, and on whom he doats Poverty
NAV grind him to the dust, obscurity may
cast lis darkest mantle over him, his voice
NAV be unheeded by those among whom
he dwells, and his face may be unknown to
his neighbors: even pain may rack his
;oin,s and sleep flee from his pillow--but
he has gem with which he would no.
not mart for wealth defying computation, Tor
fame filing worlds ear, for the sweetest
sIeen ina. ever fell on mortaPs eye"