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 they reunite, and again shine in the eyes of men, who hold them solid as… — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
I don't pretend to any exemption from the general lot of parental delusion-I mean that like most other parents I see my child through… — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
Much waste of words and of thought too would be avoided if disputants would always begin with a clear statement of the question, and… — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies. — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine. — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
When I read or hear of the mutual injuries of England and Ireland, I fancy it would have been a blessed thing had the… — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall, — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and… — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
