Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into read more
Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into
day through twilight.
He holds him with his glittering eye--
. . . .
And listens like a three years' read more
He holds him with his glittering eye--
. . . .
And listens like a three years' child.
O! lady, we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone doth nature live;
Ours read more
O! lady, we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone doth nature live;
Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud!
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise read more
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
That slid into my soul.
