Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance.
I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance.
All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.
