Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Blest hour! It was a luxury--to be!
Blest hour! It was a luxury--to be!
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons read more
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat
countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot read more
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat
countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred
to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and
stars.
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
