Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks,
silent as the shadows.
And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks,
silent as the shadows.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
'Tis the merry nightingale
That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates
With fast thick warble his delicious notes,
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'Tis the merry nightingale
That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates
With fast thick warble his delicious notes,
As he were fearful that an April night
Would be too short for him to utter forth
His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul
Of all its music!
