Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGELove is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEThe direct tyranny will come on by and by, after it shall have gratified the multitude with the spoil and ruin of the old institutions of the land.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEI have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGENot the poem which we have read , but that to which we return , with the greatest pleasure, possesses the genuine power, and claims the name of essential poetry .
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEWe are not of the same kind as beasts, and this also we say from our own consciousness. Therefore, methinks, it must be the possession of the soul within us that makes the difference.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEIt 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.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEUntil you understand a writer’s ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEThe love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGERemorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEHe prayeth best who loveth best.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGENo man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEAll sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEA sight to dream of, not to tell!
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEGuilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGENo man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEWhat if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if,when you awoke,you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE