The poet, described in ideal perfection, brings the whole soul of man into activity, with the subordination of its faculties to each other according to their relative worth and dignity. He diffuses a tone and spirit of unity, that blends,… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
We have no adequate conception of the perfection of the ancient tragic dance. The pleasure which the greeks received from it had for its basis difference; & the more unfit the vehicle, the more lively was the curiosity & intense… — 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 Image
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 Image
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
