When I read or hear of the mutual injuries of England and Ireland, I fancy it would have been a blessed thing… — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
Puns are often unacceptable to the feelings; they come like a spoonful of ice-cream in the midst of a comfortable smoking-hot steak,… — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
The death of my mother permanently affects my happiness, more even than I should have anticipated, though I always knew that I… — 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
