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 frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
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.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
