Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж)

Humility the Mother of Charity

Frail creatures are we all! To be the best,
Is but the fewest faults to have:—
Look thou then to thyself, and leave the rest
To God, thy conscience, and the grave.

1. To the Autumnal Moon
2. To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation That Women Have No Souls
3. Duty Surviving Self-Love, the Only Sure Friend of Declining Life
4. Home-Sick. Written In Germany
5. The Picture, Or The Lover's Resolution

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