Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping read more
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Advice is like snow; the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the read more
Advice is like snow; the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to
her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying.
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The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to
her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying.
[Lat., Mater ait natae die natae filia natum
Ut moneat natae plangere filiolam.]
Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.
Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.
I dislike the frequent use of the word virtue, instead of righteousness, in the pulpit; in prayer or preaching before read more
I dislike the frequent use of the word virtue, instead of righteousness, in the pulpit; in prayer or preaching before a Christian community, it sounds too much like pagan philosophy.
