Quote #9
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.
- All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
- And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility.
- 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 …
- Forth from his dark and lonely hiding place (Portentous-sight!) the owlet Atheism, Sailing an obscene wings athwart the noon, Drops his blu…
- Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course?
- Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
- Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.