Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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.

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into read more

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into
day through twilight.

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the read more

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged

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.

He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility!
And the Devil did grin, read more

He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility!
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is pride that apes humility.