Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
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Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food read more
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!
"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends that plague thus thee!--
Why look'st thou so?"--"With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross."
