Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.
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!
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Iago's soliloquy--the motive-hunting of a motiveless
malignity--how awful it is!
Iago's soliloquy--the motive-hunting of a motiveless
malignity--how awful it is!
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
