Quote#Love
But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love
Quote bySamuel Taylor Coleridge · 1772–1834
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Answer to a Child's Question", l. 7 (1802).
English (original)
But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he— 'I love my Love, and my Love loves me!'
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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