Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping read more
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
O what a loud and fearful shriek was there!
. . .
Ah me! they view'd beneath read more
O what a loud and fearful shriek was there!
. . .
Ah me! they view'd beneath an hireling's sword
Fallen Kosciusco.
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
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.
