power of his poetry to minister deeply to the likes of an…

“His (Samuel Coleridge) dark senses were constantly in play, the frustration of them bringing illness. Weather and organic nature combined in a synaesthetic multi-media…

— Peter Redgrove

Samuel Coleridge-Taylor has opened my eyes in many ways.

— Lenny Henry

The Romantic poets were the prototype ramblers, and I've often found myself following in their footsteps - although perhaps not all of their footsteps…

— Arthur Smith

“Reformed, Poetic Ministry for an Opium Addict”

— Anonymous

“I craved him, like an opium addict craved the pipe: the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand, his mere presence in…

— Jordan L. Hawk

When Coleridge tried to define beauty, he returned always to one deep thought; beauty, he said, is unity in variety! Science is nothing else…

— Anonymous

The comparison between Coleridge and Johnson is obvious in so far as each held sway chiefly by the power of his tongue. The difference…

— Virginia Woolf

“Brown and Dilke walked with me and back from the Christmas pantomime. I had not a dispute but a disquisition, with Dilke on various…

— John Keats

I love Coleridge ... and I am very willing to allow that he has more imagination than Wordsworth, and more of thereal poet. But…

— John Ruskin

“... While much recent historicist criticism has assumed early nineteenth-century readers attuned to subtle ideological nuances in poetry, actual responses from readers often come…

— Andrew Elfenbein

“Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom. -Samuel Taylor Coleridge”

— Louisa Thomsen Brits

Water inflated the belly Of Hart Crane, and of Shelley. Coleridge was a dope. Southwell died on a rope.

— Roy Fuller

Coleridge declares that a man cannot have a good conscience who refuses apple dumplings, and I confess that I am of the same opinion.

— Charles Lamb

The four principal oral instructors to whom I feel my mind indebted for improvement were Joseph Fawcet, Thomas Holcroft, George Dyson, and Samuel Taylor…

— William Godwin

Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.

— Charles Lamb