Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Carved with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not. — 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
