Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons read more
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any read more
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
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Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
Call me Sappho, call me Chloris,
Call me Lalage, or Doris,
Only, only, call me thine.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
