Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
He holds him with his glittering eye--
. . . .
And listens like a three years' read more
He holds him with his glittering eye--
. . . .
And listens like a three years' child.
A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is read more
The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is its image.
Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I read more
Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I was young?--Ah, woful when!
