More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  1. With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots; Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue, Wit's f…
  2. Nought cared this Body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
  3. The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust.
  4. Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree.
  5. The imagination...that reconciling and mediatory power, which incorporating the reason in images of the sense and organizing (as it were) t…
  6. In many ways doth the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal.
  7. The last speech [Iago's soliloquy], the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity - how awful!
  8. I counted two and seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks.

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