Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
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For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
Friendship is a sheltering tree.
Friendship is a sheltering tree.
The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
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The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
