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

Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made the grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.

When we find a mistake in writing a good writer, suppose first that we did not understand before you assume that the writer is ignorant.

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 better to know them thoroughly than to know them only here and there, yet it is a good work to give a little to those who have not the time nor means to get more.

To read Dryden, Pope, etc., you need only count syllables; but to read Donne you must measure time, and discover the time of each word by the sense of passion.

Up to twenty-one, I hold a father to have power over his children as to marriage; after that age, authority and influence only. Show me one couple unhappy merely on account of their limited circumstances, and I will show you ten who are wretched from other causes.

What a scream of agony by torture lengthened out that lute sent forth!

When Youth and I lived in't together.

To see him [Edmund Kean] act, is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning.

Utter forth ' God,' and fill the hills with praise!

What can ail the mastiff bitch?

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran through caverns measureless to man down to a sunless sea.

To see him act is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning.

Veracity does not consist in saying, but in the intention of communicating truth.

What comes from the heart goes to the heart.

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree.

To sentence a man of true genius to the drudgery of a school is to put a racehorse on a treadmill.

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.

The words in prose ought to express the intended meaning; if they attract attention to themselves, it is a fault; in the very best styles, as Southey's, you read page after page without noticing the medium.

They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise.

Till clomb above the eastern bar The hornŠd moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.

Then all the charm is broken--all that phantom-world so fair vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread, and each mis-shape the other.

They passed the hall, that echoes still, pass as lightly as you will. The brands were flat, the brands were dying, amid their own white ashes lying; but when the lady passed, there came a tongue of light, a fit of flame; and Christabel saw the lady's eye, and nothing else saw she thereby,

Till thou, still present to the bodily sense.

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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