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Samuel Taylor Coleridge Q...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Q...
Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with ...
I understood that you would take the Human Race in the concrete, ...
A nation to be great ought to be compressed in its increment ...
As there is much beast and some devil in man, so is ...
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging ...
To believe and to understand are not diverse things, but the same ...
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes ...
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, And shot my ...
When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, this is ...
Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, etc., ...
Genius of the highest kind implies an unusual intensity of the modifying ...
The first man of science was he who looked into a thing, ...
Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge...
The fastidious taste will find offence in the occasional vulgarisms, or what ...
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always ...
Readers may be divided into four classes: 1) Sponges, who absorb all that ...
I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power ...
Truths of all others the most awful and interesting are too often ...
Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist
Too soon did the doctors of the church forget that the heart-the ...
Why are not more gems from our great authors scattered over the ...
The love of indolence is universal, or next to it.
The Language of the Dream/Night is contrary to that of Waking/...
Friendship is a sheltering tree.
What is a epigram? A dwarfish whole. Its body brevity, and wit ...
A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket: let him borrow, and ...
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; ...
Poetry is not the proper antithesis to prose, but to science. Poetry ...
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though ...
Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience ...
The age seems sore from excess of stimulation, just as a day ...
The nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after ...
Seldom can philosophic genius be more usefully employed than in thus rescuing ...
Painting is the intermediate between a thought and a thing.
Where virtue is, sensibility is the ornament and becoming attire of virtue. ...
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
But oh! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me any my birth, ...
Oh, the difficulty of fixing the attention of men on the world ...
Poetry gives most pleasure when only generally and not perfectly understood.
This is the curse of every evil deed, that, propagating still, it ...
That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart ...
The definition of good prose is proper words in their proper places; ...
Experience informs us that the first defense of weak minds is to ...
Tranquillity! thou better name Than all the family of Fame.
As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth ...
Until you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the ...
Real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills. We feel a ...
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet ...
Sir Leoline, the Baron rich, Hath a toothless mastiff bitch.
I must lay down the law as I understand it, and as ...
He that loves Christianity better than truth will soon love his own ...
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries ...
A woman's friendship borders more closely on love than man's. Men affect ...
I may not hope from outward forms to win / The passion and ...
Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a ...
O pure of heart! Thou needest not ask of me what this ...
In Koln, a town of monks and bones, And pavement fang'd with ...
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