Quote #2

On this hapless earth There 's small sincerity of mirth, And laughter oft is but an art To drown the outcry of the heart.

More from Hartley Coleridge

  1. The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed center.
  2. 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,…
  3. Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.

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