Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
'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!
"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.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
