For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEWe are not surprised that Abimelech and Ephron seem to reverence him so profoundly. He was peaceful, because of his conscious relation to God.
More Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes
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Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.
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An undevout poet is an impossibility.
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Oh, the difficulty of fixing the attention of men on the world within them!
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I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.
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Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
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That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.
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A sight to dream of, not to tell!
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It is saying less than the truth to affirm that an excellent book (and the remark holds almost equally good of a Raphael as of a Milton) is like a well-chosen and well-tended fruit tree. Its fruits are not of one season only. With the due and natural intervals.
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The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.
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I may not hope from outward forms to win / The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
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There is in every human countenance either a history or a prophecy which must sadden, or at least soften every reflecting observer.
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Persecution is a very easy form of virtue.
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Poetry: the best words in the best order.
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He diffuses a tone and spirit of unity, that blends, and (as it were) fuses , each into each, by that synthetic and magical power, to which I would exclusively appropriate the name of Imagination.
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It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.
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