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Apologia pro Vita Sua

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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.

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This evocative piece by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, titled "Apologia pro Vita Sua", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

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