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

Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!

What if you slept? And what if in your sleep you dreamed and what if in your dream you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower and what if when you awoke you had that flower in your hand ah, what then?

Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; it is the reflex of our earthly frame, that takes its meaning from the nobler part, and but translates the language of the heart.

Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!

Voice of sweet song! awake, my heart, awake!

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked an strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?

Where virtue is, sensibility is the ornament and becoming attire of virtue. On certain occasions it may almost be said to become virtue. But sensibility and all the amiable qualities may likewise become, and too often have become, the panders of vice and the instruments of seduction.

Too soon did the doctors of the church forget that the heart ? the moral nature ? was the beginning and the end, and that truth, knowledge, and insight were comprehended in its expansion.

Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

What is a epigram? A dwarfish whole. Its body brevity, and wit it?s soul.

Where was heard the mingled measure.

Tranquility! thou better name than all the family of Fame.

Water, water, everywhere, and all the boards did shrink; water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.

What is Life? Were such a question proposed, we should be tempted to answer, what is not Life that really is? Our reason convinces us that the quantities of things, taken abstractedly as quantity, exist only in the relations they bear to the percipient; in plainer words, they exist only in our minds, ut quorum esse est percipi.

Wherever you find a sentence musically worded, of true rhythm and melody in the words, there is something deep and good in the meaning also.

Trochee trips from long to short; from long to long in solemn sort slow Spondee stalks.

We do not know how tomorrow, we can do is do your best and be happy on this day.

What is there in thee, Man, that can be known? Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought, a phantom dim of past and future wrought, vain sister of the worm.

Whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

The sublime discoveries of Newton, and, together with these, his not less fruitful than wonderful application, of the higher math is to the movement of the celestial bodies, and to the laws of light, gave almost religious sanction to the corpuscular system and mechanical theory. It became synonymous with philosophy itself. It was the sole portal at which truth was permitted to enter. The human body was treated an hydraulic machine... In short, from the time of Kepler to that of Newton, and from Newton to Hartley, not only all things in external nature, but the subtlest mysteries of life, organization, and even of the intellect and moral being, were conjured within the magic circle of mathematical formulae.

Thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,

This is the curse of every evil deed, that, propagating still, it brings forth evil.

Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs and vexes meditation with its strange and extreme silentness.

The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea.

There are errors which no wise man will treat with rudeness while there is a probability that they may be the refraction of some great truth still below the horizon.

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