The fastidious taste will find offence in the occasional vulgarisms, or what we now call slang, which not a few of our writers seem to have affected.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeAnd all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeLove is the admiration and cherishing of the amiable qualities of the beloved person, upon the condition of yourself being the object of their action.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge