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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(1772 - 1834)

Biography:

English Poet, Romantic, Literary Critic and Philosopher, a Founder of the Romantic Movement in England

Quotes
A bitter and perplexed what shall I do? Is worse to man than worse necessity.
A charm for thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom no sound is dissonant which tells of life.
A damsel with a dulcimer in a vision once I saw: it was an Abyssinian maid, and on her dulcimer she played, singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me her symphony and song, to such a deep delight 'twould win me, that with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, that sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, and all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, and close your eyes with holy dread, for he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of Paradise.
A dwarf sees father than a giant when he has the giant's shoulder to mount on.
A falsehood is, in one sense, a dead thing; but too often it moves about, galvanized by self-will, and pushes the living out of their seats.
A great mind must be androgynous.
A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear — O Lady! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd, All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green: And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen: Yon crescent Moon as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel how beautiful they are! My genial spirits fail; And what can these avail To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.”
A lady richly clad as she, beautiful exceedingly.
A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud enveloping the earth.
A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation; but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind.