“For I was reared in the great city, pent with cloisters dim, and saw naught lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe! Shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient… — 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
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
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
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
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
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
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
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
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
Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
The three great ends which a statesman ought to propose to himself in the government of a nation, are 1. Security to possessors; 2.… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
“We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share
