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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
He holds him with his glittering eye,
And listens like a three years’ child. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part i.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part ii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part iii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
The sun’s rim dips; the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper o’er the sea,
Off shot the spectre-bark. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part iii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
And thou art long and lank and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part iv.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Alone, alone,—all, all alone;
Alone on a wide, wide sea. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part iv.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
The moving moon went up the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part iv.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
A spring of love gush’d from my heart,
And I bless’d them unaware. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part iv.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part v.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part v.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head,
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part vi.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
So lonely ’t was, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part vii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part vii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small. |
| The Ancient Mariner. Part vii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Carv’d with figures strange and sweet,
All made out of the carver’s brain. |
| Christabel. Part i.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness. |
| Christabel. Part i.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
That saints will aid if men will call;
For the blue sky bends over all! |
| Christabel. Conclusion to part i.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Each matin bell, the Baron saith,
Knells us back to a world of death. |
| Christabel. Part ii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy live in realms above;
And life is thorny, and youth is vain,
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain. |
| Christabel. Part ii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,—
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder:
A dreary sea now flows between. |
| Christabel. Part ii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Perhaps ’t is pretty to force together
Thoughts so all unlike each other;
To mutter and mock a broken charm,
To dally with wrong that does no harm. |
| Christabel. Conclusion to Part ii.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree,
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea. |
| Kubla Khan.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora. |
| Kubla Khan.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there. |
| Epitaph on an Infant.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there. |
| France. An Ode. v.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue-fring’d lids, and holds them close,
And hooting at the glorious sun in heaven
Cries out, “ |
| Fears in Solitude.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is pride that apes humility. |
| The Devil’s Thoughts.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame. |
| Love.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be! |
| Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
A charm
For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
No sound is dissonant which tells of life. |
| This Lime-tree Bower my Prison.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
In his steep course? |
| Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud.
We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light. |
| Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 5.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
The knight’s bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I trust. |
| The Knight’s Tomb.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
It sounds like stories from the laud of spirits
If any man obtains that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.
. . . . . . . . |
| Complaint. Ed. 1852. The Good Great Man. Ed. 1893.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part,
Makes up life’s tale to many a feeling heart! |
| On taking Leave of ————, 1817.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
In many ways doth the full heart reveal
The presence of the love it would conceal. |
| Motto to Poems written in Later Life.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Nought cared this body for wind or weather
When youth and I lived in ’t together. |
| Youth and Age.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree;
Oh the joys that came down shower-like,
Of friendship, love, and liberty,
Ere I was old! |
| Youth and Age.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
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. |
| To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
But what within is good and fair
He seeth with the heart. |
| To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand,
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. |
| Fancy in Nubibus.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
The river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine? |
| Cologne.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows;
Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean. |
| The Homeric Hexameter.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
In the hexameter rises the fountain’s silvery column,
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back. |
| The Ovidian Elegiac Metre.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
I stood in unimaginable trance
And agony that cannot be remembered. |
| Remorse. Act iv. Sc. 3.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
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, |
| Wallenstein. Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Clothing the palpable and familiar
With golden exhalations of the dawn. |
| The Death of Wallenstein. Act i. Sc. 1.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow. |
| The Death of Wallenstein. Act v. Sc. 1.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant’s shoulder to mount on. |
| The Friend. Sec. i. Essay 8.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries, with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and star. |
| The Friend. No. 14.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, if they could; they have tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed; therefore they turn critics. |
| Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton, p. 36. Delivered 1811–1812.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,—words in their best order; poetry,—the best words in their best order. |
| Table Talk.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense. |
| Table Talk.
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| Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Iago’s soliloquy, the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity—how awful it is! |
| Notes on some other Plays of Shakespeare.
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