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.

Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy lives in read more

Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny, and youth is vain;
And to be wrothe with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.

And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks,
silent as the shadows.

And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks,
silent as the shadows.

Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work
and in that work does what read more

Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work
and in that work does what he wants to do.

Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess which will itself need reforming.

Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess which will itself need reforming.