Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Translation of a Fragment of Heraclitus

43 Not hers To win the sense by words of rhetoric, Lip-blossoms breathing perishable sweets; But by the power of the informing Word Roll sounding onward through a thousand years Her deep prophetic bodements. 44 Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way, And wiser men than I went worse astray.


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