Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor
Coleridge
1772
1834

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

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Till thou, still present to the bodily sense.

Then only might'st thou feel a just regret.

They stood aloof, the scars remaining,? Like cliffs which had been rent asunder: a dreary sea now flows between.

Time, Great, Profound

Then reached the caverns measureless to man.

This is not a logical age. A friend lately gave me some political pamphlets of the times of Charles I. and the Cromwellate. In them the premises are frequently wrong, but the deductions are almost always legitimate; whereas, in the writings of the present day, the premises are commonly sound, but the conclusions false. I think a great deal of commendation is due to the University of Oxford for preserving the study of logic in the schools. It is a great mistake to suppose geometry any substitute for it.

Tis a month before the month of May, and the spring comes slowly up this way.

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.

This is, in truth, the first charm of chemistry, and the secret of the almost universal interest excited by its discoveries. The serious complacency which is afforded by the sense of truth, utility, permanence, and progression, blends with and ennobles the exhilarating surprise and the pleasurable sting of curiosity, which accompany the propounding and the solving of an Enigma... If in SHAKPEARE [sic] we find Nature idealized into Poetry, through the creative power of a profound yet observant meditation, so through the meditative observation of a DAVY, a WOOLLASTON [sic], or a HATCHETT; we find poetry, as if were, substantiated and realized in nature.

Tis the merry nightingale that crowds, and hurries, and precipitates with fast thick warble his delicious notes, as he were fearful that an April night would be too short for him to utter forth his love-chant, and disburthen his full soul of all its music!

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; with far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

There are four kinds of readers. The first is like the hour-glass; and their reading being as the sand, it runs in and runs out, and leaves not a vestige behind. A second is like the sponge, which imbibes everything, and returns it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtier. A third is like a jelly-bag, allowing all that is pure to pass away, and retaining only the refuse and dregs. And the fourth is like the slaves in the diamond mines of Golconda, who, casting aside all that is worthless, retain only pure gems.

This lime-tree bower my prison!

To account for Life is one thing; to explain Life another.

The tendency having been given in kind, it is required to render the phenomena intelligible as its different degrees and modifications. Still more perfect will the explanation be, should the necessity of this progression and of these ascending gradations be contained in the assumed idea of life, as thus defined by the general form and common purport of all its various tendencies.

There are three classes into which all the women past seventy years of age, that ever I knew, were to be divided: 1. That dear old soul; 2. That old woman; 3. That old witch.

This power... reveals itself in the balance or reconcilement of opposite or discordant qualities: of sameness, with difference; of the general with the concrete; the idea with the image; the individual with the representative; the sense of novelty and freshness with old and familiar objects; a more than usual state of emotion with more than usual order; judgment ever awake and steady self-possession with enthusiasm and feeling profound or vehement; and while it blends and harmonizes the natural and the artificial, still subordinates art to nature; the manner to the matter; and our admiration of the poet to our sympathy with the poetry.

To be loved is all I need, and whom I love, I love indeed.

The moving moon went up the sky, and nowhere did abide: softly she was going up, and a star or two beside.

The religion of the Jews is, indeed, a light; but it is as the light of the glow-worm, which gives no heat, and illumines nothing but itself

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