Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping read more
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
