“With all your music, loud and lustily,
With every dainty joy of sight and smell,
Prepare a banquet meet to entertain
The Lord of Thunder, that hath set you free
From old oppression.”

—  Hartley Coleridge

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Poems (1851), Prometheus

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

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