Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Prose, words in their best order. Poetry, the best words in the best order.

Prose, words in their best order. Poetry, the best words in the best order.

That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by
cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand read more

That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by
cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of
nonsense.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

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.