Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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.

Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into read more

Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.

Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the read more

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.