Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping earth! — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower?… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirred and… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
God grant me grace my prayers to say: O God! preserve my mother dear, In strength and health for many a year;… — 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
