Maxioms by Hartley Coleridge
The merry lark he soars on high,
No worldly thought o'ertakes him.
He sings aloud to the read more
The merry lark he soars on high,
No worldly thought o'ertakes him.
He sings aloud to the clear blue sky,
And the daylight that awakes him.
The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
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The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed centre.
She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
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She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me:
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
