Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
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.
"Most musical, most melancholy" bird!
A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought!
In nature there is nothing melancholy.
"Most musical, most melancholy" bird!
A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought!
In nature there is nothing melancholy.
How inimitably graceful children are before they learn to dance.
How inimitably graceful children are before they learn to dance.
Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.
Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.
