Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid read more
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid I woo
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.
Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, read more
Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank
the tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard
from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
