Maxioms by 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.
O! lady, we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone doth nature live;
Ours read more
O! lady, we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone doth nature live;
Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud!
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."
"Most musical, most melancholy" bird!
A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought!
In nature there is nothing melancholy.
"Most musical, most melancholy" bird!
A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought!
In nature there is nothing melancholy.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
