Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, read more
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Of if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
So lonely 'twas that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
If the prophecies of the Old Testament are not rightly interpreted of Jesus our Christ, then there is no prediction read more
If the prophecies of the Old Testament are not rightly interpreted of Jesus our Christ, then there is no prediction whatever contained in it of that stupendous event, the rise and establishment of Christianity, in comparison with which all the preceding Jewish history is as nothing. With the exception of the book of Daniel, which the Jews themselves never classed among the prophecies, and an obscure text of Jeremiah, there is not a passage in all the Old Testament which favours the notion of a temporal Messiah. What moral object was there, for which such a Messiah should come? What could he have been but a sort of virtuous Napoleon?
Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into read more
Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
