22 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes on Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge quotes on coleridge

1. Poor little foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.

2. Blest hour! it was a luxury - to be!

3. With what deep worship I have still adored The spirit of divinest Liberty.

4. The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.

5. Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

6. Forth from his dark and lonely hiding place (Portentous-sight!) the owlet Atheism, Sailing an obscene wings athwart the noon, Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, Cries out, 'Where is it?'

7. And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility.

8. Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.

9. In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

10. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.

21. The imagination...that reconciling and mediatory power, which incorporating the reason in images of the sense and organizing (as it were) the flux of the senses by the permanence and self-circling energies of the reason, gives birth to a system of symbols, harmonious in themselves, and consubstantial with the truths of which they are the conductors.

31. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he - Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S.T.C! That he, who many a year, with toil of breath, Found death in life, may here find life in death.

81. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!

82. The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.

83. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

84. A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

85. Sir Leoline, the Baron rich, Hath a toothless mastiff bitch.

86. There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

87. Her gentle limbs did she undress, And lay down in her loveliness.

88. A sight to dream of, not to tell!

89. Saints will aid if men will call: For the blue sky bends over all!

90. And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.