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

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.

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.

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs upon the slimy sea.

There is one art of which man should be master, ? the art of reflection.

Through caverns measureless to man.

The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals, at the first pattering of the shower, and rejoices in the rain-drops with a quicker sympathy than the packed shrubs in the sandy desert.

There is small chance of truth at the goal, where there is not childlike humility at the starting-post.

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran.

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