The death of my mother permanently affects my happiness, more even than I should have anticipated, though I always knew that I must feel the separation at first as a severe wrench. But I did not apprehend, during her life, to what a degree she prevented me from feeling heart-solitude.
bubbles of false opinion will last whole ages, and deceive whole generations, till they are broken by some powerful breath, and even then how often t… - Sara Coleridge
bubbles of false opinion will last whole ages, and deceive whole generations, till they are broken by some powerful breath, and even then how often t…
- Sara Coleridge
The death of my mother permanently affects my happiness, more even than I should have anticipated, though I always knew that I must feel the separati… - Sara Coleridge
The death of my mother permanently affects my happiness, more even than I should have anticipated, though I always knew that I must feel the separati…
Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine. - Sara Coleridge
Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine.
Much waste of words and of thought too would be avoided if disputants would always begin with a clear statement of the question, and not proceed to a… - Sara Coleridge
Much waste of words and of thought too would be avoided if disputants would always begin with a clear statement of the question, and not proceed to a…
Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat. - Sara Coleridge
Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall - Sara Coleridge
The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall
June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies. - Sara Coleridge
June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.
there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact. - Sara Coleridge
there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.
Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast. - Sara Coleridge
Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.
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