Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
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.
The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant's
shoulders to mount on.
The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant's
shoulders to mount on.
