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The Literary Remains of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Volume 1

Psyche

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The butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul's fair emblem, and its only name ­ But of the soul, escap'd the slavish trade Of mortal life! ­ For in this earthly frame Ours is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame, Manifold motions making little speed, And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.

1808

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