Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a read more

He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by
cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand read more

That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by
cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of
nonsense.

. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And read more

. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.

I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.

I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.