Samuel Taylor Coleridge ( 10 of 102 )
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.
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.
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe.
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe.
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?
O what a loud and fearful shriek was there!
. . .
Ah me! they view'd beneath read more
O what a loud and fearful shriek was there!
. . .
Ah me! they view'd beneath an hireling's sword
Fallen Kosciusco.
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.
Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into read more
Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, read more
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Of if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Silence is a friend who will never betray.
Silence is a friend who will never betray.
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.
