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Mine enemy is growing old
(1772-1834 / Devon / England)

Mine enemy is growing old

MINE enemy is growing old,
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge,

Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is starving makes it fat.

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There r no summery please write below the summry
This classic poet sure knew how to write! ! ! We could learn from him
nice poem i luv it......................................................
Ah me! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautiful and lovely dream picture Poet Coleridge has depicted in this wonderful poem based on the best scene of June!
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