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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Sonnet XVI. To Earl Stanhope
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Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot`s doubtful name
I mock thy worth -- Friend of the human race
Since scorning Faction`s low and partial aim,
Aloof thou wendest in thy stately pace,
Thyself redeeming from that leprous stain,
Nobility: and aye unterrified, 
Pourest thine Abdiel warnings on the train
That sit complotting with rebellious pride
`Gaint her, who from the Almighty`s bosom leapt
With whirlwind arm, fierce Minister of Love!
Wherefore, ere Virtue o`er thy tomb hath wept,
Angels shall lead thee to the Throne above:
And thou from forth its clouds shall hear the voice,
Champion of Freedom and her God! rejoice!
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