Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by
cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand read more
That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by
cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of
nonsense.
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
A man of maxims only, is like a cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.
A man of maxims only, is like a cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
