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The butterfly the ancient Grecians
The soul's fair emblem, and its only name--But of the soul, escaped the slavish
Of mortal life! -- For in this earthly
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.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (21 October 1772 – 25 July 1834) was an English poet, literary critic, philosopher and theologian who, with his friend W
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