Samuel Taylor Coleridge ( 10 of 102 )
I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the read more
I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged
For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
The air is cut read more
For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into read more
Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into
day through twilight.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
He that begins by loving Christianity better than truth will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than read more
He that begins by loving Christianity better than truth will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all.
All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
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?
He holds him with his glittering eye--
. . . .
And listens like a three years' read more
He holds him with his glittering eye--
. . . .
And listens like a three years' child.
Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned read more
Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round, walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
