Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro'me, Death And take… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
An orphan's curse would drag to hell, a spirit from on high; but oh! more horrible than that, is a curse in… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Curse Copy Share Image
Indignation at literary wrongs I leave to men born under happier stars. I cannot afford it. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The poet is the man made to solve the riddle of the universe who brings the whole soul of man into activity. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The genius of Coleridge is like a sunken treasure ship, and Coleridge a diver too timid and lazy to bring its riches… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Coleridge Copy Share Image
Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“Kita tidak tahu bagaimana hari esok, Yang bisa kita lakukan ialah berbuat sebaik-baiknya dan berbahagia pada hari ini.” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Yang Copy Share Image
You may depend upon it, religion is, in its essence, the most gentlemanly thing in the world. It will alone gentilize, if… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Army Copy Share Image
Finally, good sense is the body of poetic genius, fancy its drapery, motion its life, and imagination the soul that is everywhere… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Body Copy Share Image
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Clever 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
“O my brethren! I have told Most bitter truth, but without bitterness. Nor deem my zeal fractious or mistimed; For never can… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Bitter truth 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 Charm Copy Share Image
The act of praying is the very highest energy of which the human mind is capable; praying, that is, with the total… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Reviewers are usually people who would have been, poets, historians, biographer, if they could. They have tried their talents at one thing… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
False doctrine does not necessarily make a man a heretic, but an evil heart can make any doctrine heretical. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Doctrine Copy Share Image
That only can with propriety be styled refinement which, by strengthening the intellect, purifies the manners. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Intellect Copy Share Image
“Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness.” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Calm Copy Share Image
A woman in a single state may be happy and may be miserable; but most happy, most miserable, these are epithets belonging… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Belonging Copy Share Image
O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
In Shakespeare one sentence begets the next naturally; the meaning is all inwoven. He goes on kindling like a meteor through the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
I know the Bible is inspired because it finds me at greater depths of my being than any other book. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Bible Copy Share Image
There is in every human countenance either a history or a prophecy which must sadden, or at least soften every reflecting observer. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The history of all the world tells us that immoral means will ever intercept good ends. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“EPITAPH ON AN INFANT Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care: The opening Bud to Heaven… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Blossom Copy Share Image
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel-dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Angel Copy Share Image
A maxim is a conclusion upon observation of matters of fact, and is merely speculative; a "principle" carries knowledge within itself, and… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Happiness can be built only on virtue, and must of necessity have truth for its foundation. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language-religion-government-blood-identity in these makes men of one country. — 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
He saw a lawyer killing a viper on a dunghill hard by his own stable; And the Devil smiled, for it put… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Abel Copy Share Image
When thieves come, I bark; when gallants, I am still - So perform both my master's and mistress's will. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The sense of beauty is intuitive, and beauty itself is all that inspires pleasure without, and aloof from, and even contrarily to… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Aloof Copy Share Image
As long as we have to administer the law we must do so according to the law as it is. We are… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Law Copy Share Image
To leave no interval between the sentence and the fulfillment of it doth beseem God only, the Immutable! — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Fulfillment Copy Share Image
And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes,… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Fashion Copy Share Image
“The mariners all ‘gan work the ropes, where they were wont to do: They raised their limbs like lifeless tools - We… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Mariners Copy Share Image
And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Rocks Copy Share Image
