Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes on Romanticism
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Poor little foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.
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Blest hour! it was a luxury - to be!
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With what deep worship I have still adored The spirit of divinest Liberty.
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The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.
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Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
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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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And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility.
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Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.
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In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
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All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.