Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
Lovely was the death
Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
He on the thought-benighted read more
Lovely was the death
Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed
Manifest Godhead.
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
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. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
