Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, read more
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Of if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, read more
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heart-felt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling
Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess which will itself need reforming.
Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess which will itself need reforming.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
