Samuel Taylor Coleridge ( 10 of 102 )
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons read more
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven read more
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe
Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I read more
Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I was young?--Ah, woful when!
. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
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. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise read more
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
That slid into my soul.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
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.
