Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Iago's soliloquy--the motive-hunting of a motiveless
malignity--how awful it is!
Iago's soliloquy--the motive-hunting of a motiveless
malignity--how awful it is!
The knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I read more
The knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I trust.
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven read more
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
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!
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
