Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid read more
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid I woo
Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.
Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.
So lonely 'twas that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
