The Ancient Mariner seizes the guest at the wedding feast and will not let go until he has told all his story: the prototype of the bore.
I feel that I have something significant to say, but I cannot think what it is.
God improvises. Man systematizes.
Smiling half-reluctance seems to promise more than the frankest gesture of desire.
Beauty compels us; reason merely cajoles.
The lyric deals with love and sorrow, the aphorism with contradiction and deceit.