Quote #11
Aloof with hermit-eye I scan The present works of present man - A wild and dreamlike trade of blood and guile, Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!
More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
- Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course?
- In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
- Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
- Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.
- How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits Honor or wealth, with all his worth and pains! It sounds like stories from the land of spirit…
- And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility.
- Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks.