Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a read more
He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course?
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course?
