Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned read more
Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round, walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
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.
The saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all.
The saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
