Quotes
The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed center. On this hapless earth There 's small sincerity of mirth, And laughter oft is but an art To drown the outcry of the heart. She is not fair to outward view *As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me: Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.hartley coleridge
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