The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
To see him act is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand, By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has passed. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Those who best know human nature will acknowledge most fully what a strength light hearted nonsense give to a hard working man — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The religion of the Jews is, indeed, a light; but it is as the light of the glow-worm, which gives no heat,… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Never yet did there exist a full faith in the Divine Word (by whom light as well as immortality was brought into… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Falsehood is fire in stubble; it likewise turns all the light stuff around it into its own substance for a moment, one… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The annals of the French Revolution prove that the knowledge of the few cannot counteract the ignorance of the many… The light… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us. But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Never can true courage dwell with them, Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look At their own vices. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
The first duty of a wise advocate is to convince his opponents that he understands their arguments, and sympathies with their just feelings. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
Facts are not truths; they are not conclusions; they are not even premises, but in the nature and parts of premises. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
I do not wish you to act from these truths; no, still and always act from your feelings; only meditate often on these truths… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket. Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. Examine… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
With no other privilege than that of sympathy and sincere good wishes, I would address an affectionate exhortation to the youthful literati, grounded on… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
Why are not more gems from our great authors scattered over the country? Great books are not in everybody's reach; and though it is… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
The three great ends which a statesman ought to propose to himself in the government of a nation, are 1. Security to possessors; 2.… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
“We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
