Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and Select Poems

Work without Hope

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Epitaph

  Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God,
  And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
  A poet lies, or that which once seemed he.—
  O, lift one thought in prayer for S.T.C.;
  That he who many a year with toil of breath 
  Found death in life, may here find life in death!
  Mercy for praise—to be forgiven for fame
  He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ.
    Do thou the same!

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Work without Hope

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