Sara Coleridge

Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

— Sara Coleridge

April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

— Sara Coleridge

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

— Sara Coleridge

avarice is especially, I suppose, a disease of the imagination.

— Sara Coleridge

Fresh October brings the pheasant, The to gather nuts is pleasant.

— Sara Coleridge

The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall,

— Sara Coleridge

there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.

— Sara Coleridge

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

— Sara Coleridge

I very much wish that some day or other you may have time to learn Greek, because that language is an idea.…

— Sara Coleridge

The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of…

— Sara Coleridge

It is remarkable what fine hands men of genius write, even when they are as awkward in all other uses of the…

— Sara Coleridge

I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and…

— Sara Coleridge

I would have any one, who really and truly has leisure and ability, make verses. I think it a more refining and…

— Sara Coleridge

Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine.

— Sara Coleridge

Religious bigotry is a dull fire - hot enough to roast an ox, but with no lambent, luminous flame shooting up from…

— Sara Coleridge

Much waste of words and of thought too would be avoided if disputants would always begin with a clear statement of the…

— Sara Coleridge

I don't pretend to any exemption from the general lot of parental delusion-I mean that like most other parents I see my…

— Sara Coleridge

Puns are often unacceptable to the feelings; they come like a spoonful of ice-cream in the midst of a comfortable smoking-hot steak,…

— Sara Coleridge

The death of my mother permanently affects my happiness, more even than I should have anticipated, though I always knew that I…

— Sara Coleridge

When I read or hear of the mutual injuries of England and Ireland, I fancy it would have been a blessed thing…

— Sara Coleridge

Parents and children cannot be to each other, as husbands with wives and wives with husbands. Nature has separated them by an…

— Sara Coleridge

bubbles of false opinion will last whole ages, and deceive whole generations, till they are broken by some powerful breath, and even…

— Sara Coleridge

June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.

— Sara Coleridge

January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.

— Sara Coleridge

Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.

— Sara Coleridge