Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

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.

Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

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.

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.