Apologia pro Vita sua by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Lyrics
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 hole,
   His gifted ken can see
   Phantoms of sublimity.
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 hole,
   His gifted ken can see
   Phantoms of sublimity.