Quote #6

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding place (Portentous-sight!) the owlet Atheism, Sailing an obscene wings athwart the noon, Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, Cries out, 'Where is it?'

More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  1. Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
  2. And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility.
  3. The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.
  4. Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.
  5. With what deep worship I have still adored The spirit of divinest Liberty.
  6. In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
  7. Blest hour! it was a luxury - to be!
  8. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.

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