Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
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The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is read more
The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is its image.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
He that begins by loving Christianity better than truth will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than read more
He that begins by loving Christianity better than truth will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all.
