Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
O! lady, we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone doth nature live;
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O! lady, we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone doth nature live;
Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud!
Blest hour! It was a luxury--to be!
Blest hour! It was a luxury--to be!
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe.
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe.
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.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
