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!

Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
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Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
Call me Sappho, call me Chloris,
Call me Lalage, or Doris,
Only, only, call me thine.

O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
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O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please,
Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
Of a friend's fancy.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any read more

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work
and in that work does what read more

Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work
and in that work does what he wants to do.