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
Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The once red leaf, the last of its clan, that dances as often as dance it can. — 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
