"Warmthless" Quotes from Famous Books
... has flitted from his secret nest, Hope's last and dearest child without a name!— Has flitted from me, like the warmthless flame, That makes false promise of a place of rest To the tired Pilgrim's still believing mind;— Or like some Elfin Knight in kingly court, Who having won all guerdons in his sport, Glides out of view, ... — Poems of Coleridge • Coleridge, ed Arthur Symons |