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Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes - Page 18

Her skin was white as leprosy.

"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" l. 190 (1798)

The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1817). “Sibylline leaves: a collection of poems”, p.5

And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1854). “The complete works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an introductory essay upon his philosophical and theological opinions”, p.306

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.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Greenough Thayer Shedd (1854). “The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions”, p.251

I dislike the frequent use of the word virtue, instead of righteousness, in the pulpit; in prayer or preaching before a Christian community, it sounds too much like pagan philosophy.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge, John McVickar (1854). “Coleridge's Aids to reflection: with the author's last corrections”, p.6

Now Art, used collectively for painting, sculpture, architecture and music, is the mediatress between, and reconciler of, nature and man. It is, therefore, the power of humanizing nature, of infusing the thoughts and passions of man into everything which is the object of his contemplation.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (2015). “The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Poetry, Plays, Literary Essays, Lectures, Autobiography and Letters (Classic Illustrated Edition): The Entire Opus of the English poet, literary critic and philosopher, including The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Kubla Khan, Christabel, Lyrical Ballads, Conversation Poems and Biographia Literaria”, p.2609, e-artnow

And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Illustrated)”, p.1194, Delphi Classics

Finally, good sense is the body of poetic genius, fancy its drapery, motion its life, and imagination the soul that is everywhere and in each; and forms all into one graceful and intelligent whole.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (2015). “The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Poetry, Plays, Literary Essays, Lectures, Autobiography and Letters (Classic Illustrated Edition): The Entire Opus of the English poet, literary critic and philosopher, including The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Kubla Khan, Christabel, Lyrical Ballads, Conversation Poems and Biographia Literaria”, p.1465, e-artnow

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Derwent Coleridge (1857). “The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge”, p.25

The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths, all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.

Friedrich Schiller, Heinrich Du ntzer, Percy Pinkerton, Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1902). “The Maid of Oreleans; The Bride of Messina; Wilhelm Tell; Demetrius; The Piccolomini; The Death of Wallenstein; Wallenstein's Camp”

Dryden 's genius was of that sort which catches fire by its own motion; his chariot wheels get hot by driving fast.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge (1851). “Specimens of the Table Talk of Samuel Taylor Coleridge”, p.297

Fear gives sudden instincts of skill.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1957). “Notebooks”

The paternal and filial duties discipline the heart, and prepare it for the love of all mankind. The intensity of private attachment encourages, not prevents, universal benevolence.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (2015). “The Collected Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Volume 1: Lectures, 1795: On Politics and Religion”, p.46, Princeton University Press

I have heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold,- His eyes are in his mind.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, James Engell, Harvey Chan (2003). “Samuel Taylor Coleridge”, p.37, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.