More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  1. Forth from his dark and lonely hiding place (Portentous-sight!) the owlet Atheism, Sailing an obscene wings athwart the noon, Drops his blu…
  2. Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.
  3. Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
  4. In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
  5. The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.
  6. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
  7. With what deep worship I have still adored The spirit of divinest Liberty.
  8. 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 …

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