Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
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.
Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work
and in that work does what read more
Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work
and in that work does what he wants to do.
