Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes on Faith
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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?'
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Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
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And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.
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The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust.
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If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake - Aye, what then?
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The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
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He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
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Saints will aid if men will call: For the blue sky bends over all!
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That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
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I have known books written on Tolerance, the proper title of which would be - intolerant or intolerable books on tolerance. Should not a man who writes a book expressly to inculcate tolerance learn to treat with respect, or at least with indulgence, articles of faith which tens of thousands ten times told of his fellow-subjects or his fellow-creatures believe with all their souls, and upon the truth of which they rest their tranquillity in this world, and their hopes of salvation in the next, - those articles being at least maintainable against his arguments, and most certainly innocent in themselves?