Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food read more
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!
"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends that plague thus thee!--
Why look'st thou so?"--"With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross."
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the read more
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
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.
