Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
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.
And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks,
silent as the shadows.
And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks,
silent as the shadows.
