Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace in England, as I trust shall never be put out
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Coleridge
He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Disclaimer: I am not a Schleiermacher/Hegel fan, obviously, but I have always loved this poem.
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