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For I was reared in the great city, pent with cloisters dim,and saw naught lovely but the sky and st...

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Exclusively of the abstract sciences, the largest and worthiest portion of our knowledge consists of...

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Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward it has given me the habit of wishing to discove...

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Love is flower like Friendship is like a sheltering tree.

To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has pa...

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Talent, lying in the understanding, is often inherited; genius, being the action of reason or imagin...

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Advice is like snow the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon and the deeper it sinks into t...

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The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without at the same time being a profound philosopher.

Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, Th...

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He was, as every truly great poet has ever been, a good man; but finding it impossible to realize hi...

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The act of praying is the very highest energy of which the human mind is capable; praying, that is, ...

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Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each...

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Alas! they had been friends in youth but whispering tongues can poison truth.

Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.

Literary Remains

Readers may be divided into four classes: I. Sponges, who absorb all they read, and return it nearly...

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Notes And Lectures Upon Shakespeare And Some Of The Old Poets And Dramatists

Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;It is the reflex of our earthly frame,That takes i...

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The Complete Poems

IIA grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,      A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief,      W...

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The Complete Poems

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

The Complete Poems

In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough cave...

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The Complete Poems

But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shap...

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The Complete Poems

What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven...

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The Complete Poems

But I do not doubt that it is beneficial sometimes to contemplate in the mind, as in a picture, the ...

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The Major Works

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in ag...

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is the c...

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Yea, slimy things did crawl with legsUpon the slimy sea.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Water, water, everywhere,And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, everywhere,Nor any drop to drin...

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart w...

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

The many men, so beautiful!And they all dead did lie:And a thousand thousand slimy thingsLived on; a...

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About ...

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted...

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to bre...

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Other Poems

A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for...

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Kubla Khan

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.

Kubla Khan

Then all the charm Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair Vanishes, and a thousand circlets sprea...

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Kubla Khan

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream! I turn from you, and listen t...

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The one red leaf, the last of its clan,That dances as often as dance it can,Hanging so light, and ha...

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Praises of the unworthy are felt by ardent minds as robberies of the deserving.

Biographia Literaria: Biographical Sketches of my Literary Life & Opinions

Every other science presupposes intelligence as already existing and complete: the philosopher conte...

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Biographia Literaria: Biographical Sketches of my Literary Life & Opinions

The reader should be carried forward, not merely or chiefly by the mechanical impulse of curiosity, ...

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Biographia Literaria: Biographical Sketches of my Literary Life & Opinions

In poems, equally as in philosophic disquisitions, genius produces the strongest impressions of nove...

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Biographia Literaria Biographia Literaria: Chapters 1-4

If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that...

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Anima Poetae from the Unpublished Note-Books of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The principle of the Gothic architecture is infinity made imaginable.

He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.

Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.

Men, I still think, ought to be weighed, not counted. Their worth ought to be the final estimate of ...

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There are four kinds of readers. The first is like the hourglass; and their reading being as the san...

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A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket. Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act ...

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Silence does not always mark wisdom.

The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a bli...

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What is an epigram? A dwarfish whole its body brevity and wit its soul.

Friendship is a sheltering tree.

Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into th...

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As long as there are readers to be delighted with calumny there will be found reviewers to calumnia...

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Sympathy constitutes friendship but in love there is a sort of antipathy or opposing passion. Each...

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He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best who loveth best All t...

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To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship which illumine only the track it has pas...

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A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no n...

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What begins in fear usually ends in folly.

Only the wise possess ideas the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.

Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, forms our true honor.

Love is flower like Friendship is like a sheltering tree.

I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry that is pro...

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The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon forgotten charities of a kis...

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Language is the armoury of the human mind and at once contains the trophies of its past and the we...

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No mind is thoroughly well organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.

What is an epigram? A dwarfish whole Its body brevity and wit its soul.

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to ...

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So lonely 'twas that God himself scarce seemed there to be.

The wise only possess ideas the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.

An ear for music is very different from a taste for music. I have no ear whatever I could not sing ...

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If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us. But passion and party blind our eye...

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In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in failure.

I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, pro...

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Fear gives sudden instincts of skill.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little soon-forgotten charities of a kis...

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The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions-the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss ...

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How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

No man does anything from a single motive.

Works of imagination should be written in very plain language the more purely imaginative they are t...

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He who is best prepared can best serve his moment of inspiration.

Not one man in a thousand has the strength of mind or the goodness of heart to be an atheist.

People of humor are always in some degree people of genius.

All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing did certain persons die before they sing.

A man’s desire is for the woman, but the woman’s desire is rarely other than for the desire of the m...

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As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.

On Pilgrim's Progress: “I could not have believed beforehand that Calvinism could be painted in such...

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that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith

As a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of a man, so forethought without reflection ...

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Facts are not truths they are not conclusions they are not even premisses but in the nature and p...

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What comes from the heart goes to the heart.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Poet

Born: 1772-10-21

Died: 1834-07-25

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (October 21, 1772 – July 25, 1834) was an English poet, critic and philosopher who was, along with his friend William Wordsworth, one of the founders of the Romantic Movement in England and one of the Lake Poets.More