Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, read more

Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank
the tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard
from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course?

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course?

Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
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Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
Call me Sappho, call me Chloris,
Call me Lalage, or Doris,
Only, only, call me thine.

I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance.

I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance.