Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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.

Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.

Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.

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?

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.

Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.

Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.