Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to
her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying.
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The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to
her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying.
[Lat., Mater ait natae die natae filia natum
Ut moneat natae plangere filiolam.]
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.
For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
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For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course?
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course?
