Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.
The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is read more
The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is its image.
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks read more
Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
