Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
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The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
Prose, words in their best order. Poetry, the best words in the best order.
Prose, words in their best order. Poetry, the best words in the best order.
He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
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He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
