“We have winning wiles and witcheries,
Such incantations as thy sterner wit
Did never dream of.”

— Hartley Coleridge

Sylphs
Poems (1851), Prometheus
Context: We have winning wiles and witcheries,
Such incantations as thy sterner wit
Did never dream of. Time hath been ere now
That Jove hath listen'd to our minstrelsy.
Till wrath would seem to drop out of his soul
Like a forgotten thing.

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British poet, biographer, essayist, and teacher 1796–1849

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