Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
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A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Silence is a friend who will never betray.
Silence is a friend who will never betray.
Remorse is as the heart in which it grows;
If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews
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Remorse is as the heart in which it grows;
If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews
Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy,
It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost,
Weeps only tears of poison.
