Samuel Taylor Coleridge ( 10 of 102 )
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
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Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O liberty! my spirit felt thee there.
. . . 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.
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
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Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I was young?--Ah, woful when!
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.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
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.
Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets,
historians, biographers, etc., if they could: they have tried
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Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets,
historians, biographers, etc., if they could: they have tried
their talents at one or the other, and have failed; therefore
they turn critics.
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.
