Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.]
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
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And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
That singest like an angel in the clouds.
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.
Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
