Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes

1772–1834 England

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.

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And is this the prime
And heaven-sprung message of the olden time?

He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

From his brimstone bed at break of day,
A walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his snug little farm the earth,
And see how his stock goes on.

The proper and immediate object of science is the acquirement, or communication, of truth; the proper and immediate object of poetry is the communication of immediate pleasure.

Lectures and Notes on Shakespeare and Other English Poets (1811)

Water cannot rise higher than its source, neither can human reason. Now, all reasoning respecting transcendent truths must have its source where the truths or ideas themselves originate.

I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

Dejection: An Ode (1802)

I guess, 'twas frightful there to see
A lady so richly clad as she—
Beautiful exceedingly!

Only that film, which fluttered on the grate,
Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing.

Iambics march from short to long;—
With a leap and a bound the swift Anapaests throng.

Metrical Feet (1806)

And backward and forward he switched his long tail
As a gentleman switches his cane.

I counted two and seventy stenches,
All well defined, and several stinks!

I stood in unimaginable trance
And agony that cannot be remembered.

Remorse (1813)

Believe, and if thy belief be right, that insight which gradually transmutes faith into knowledge will be the reward of that belief.

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1817)

‘Alas!’ said she, ‘we ne’er can be
Made happy by compulsion.’

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.

Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.

Hymn before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni (1802)

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;
Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.

On Donne's Poetry (1818)

From my early reading of Faery Tales, & Genii &c &c — my mind had been habituated to the Vast — & I never regarded my senses in any way as the criteria of my belief.

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