How often one talks not to hear what the other person has got to say, but to hear what one has got to say oneself!
Christmas Eve I saw a stable, low and very bare, A little child in a manger. The oxen knew Him, had Him in their care, To men He was a stranger, The … - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Christmas Eve I saw a stable, low and very bare, A little child in a manger. The oxen knew Him, had Him in their care, To men He was a stranger, The …
- Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Is this wide world not large enough to fill thee,Nor Nature, nor that deep man's Nature, Art?Are they too thin, too weak and poor to still thee,Thou … - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Is this wide world not large enough to fill thee,Nor Nature, nor that deep man's Nature, Art?Are they too thin, too weak and poor to still thee,Thou …
We were young, we were merry, we were very, very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes, … - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
We were young, we were merry, we were very, very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes, …
How often one talks not to hear what the other person has got to say, but to hear what one has got to say oneself! - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The fruits of the tree of Knowledge are various; he must be strong indeed who can digest all of them. - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The fruits of the tree of Knowledge are various; he must be strong indeed who can digest all of them.
Qualities absolutely necessary for a historian: (1) Imagination. (2) Prejudice. (3) The power of writing your own biography at the same time. - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Qualities absolutely necessary for a historian: (1) Imagination. (2) Prejudice. (3) The power of writing your own biography at the same time.
Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?-Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, "ThouShalt not forget! - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?-Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, "ThouShalt not forget!
Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,To honied phrases set!Into the land of dreams I long to go.Bid me forget! - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,To honied phrases set!Into the land of dreams I long to go.Bid me forget!
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