Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor
Coleridge
1772
1834

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

Author Quotes

What outward form and feature are he guesseth but in part; but what within is good and fair he seeth with the heart.

While many a glowworm in the shade Lights up her love torch.

Truths of all others the most awful and interesting are too often considered as so true that they lose all the power of truth, and lie bed-ridden in the dormitory of the soul, side by side with the most despised and exploded errors.

We should manage our thoughts as shepherds do their flowers in making a garland: first, select the choicest, and then dispose them in the most proper places, that every one may reflect a part of its color and brightness on the next.

What! Did Sir Walter Raleigh believe that a male and female ounce (and, if so, why not two tigers and lions, etc?) would have produced, in a course of generations, a cat, or a cat a lion? This is Darwinizing with a vengeance.

Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, glimmered the white moonshine? Day after day, day after day, we stuck, nor breath nor motion; as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean.

Truths? are too often considered as so true, that they lose all the power of truth, and lie bed-ridden in the dormitory of the soul, side by side with the most despised and exploded errors.

We were a ghastly crew.

Whatever is organized from without, is a product of mechanism; whatever is mechanized from within, is a production of organization.

Whispering tongues can poison truth.

Unchanged within, to see all changed without, is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others' Wanings should'st thou fret? Then only might'st thou feel a just regret, hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light in selfish forethought of neglect and slight.

We were the first that ever burst into that silent sea.

When a man is unhappy he writes damned bad poetry, I find.

Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flower of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? 'God!' let the torrents, like a shout of nations, answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, 'God!' 'God! ' sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, and in their perilous fall shall thunder, 'God!'

Unchanged within, to see all changed without.

Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!

When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, and the owlet whoops to the wolf below.

Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look at their own vices.

To leave no interval between the sentence and the fulfillment of it doth beseem God only, the Immutable!

Unhelped by any wind.

Weave a circle round him thrice, and close your eyes with holy dread, for he on honey-dew hath fed, and drank the milk of Paradise.

When the whole and the parts are seen at once, as mutually producing and explaining each other, as unity in multeity, there results shapeliness.

Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang from morn to evening, all the hot fair-day, so sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me with a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear most like articulate sounds of things to come! So gazed I, till the soothing things, I dreamt, lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams! And so I brooded all the following morn, awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye fixed with mock study on my swimming book.

To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has passed.

Until you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.

Author Picture
First Name
Samuel Taylor
Last Name
Coleridge
Birth Date
1772
Death Date
1834
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English Poet, Romantic, Literary Critic and Philosopher, a Founder of the Romantic Movement in England