Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
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?
The air is cut read more
For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.
"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.
