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Bartlett's Familiar Quotations

A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern Literature


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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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Red as a rose is she.
The Ancient Mariner. Part i.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
The Ancient Mariner. Part ii.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
The Ancient Mariner. Part ii.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
The Ancient Mariner. Part ii.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel.
The Ancient Mariner. Part iii.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
The Ancient Mariner. Part iii.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And thou art long and lank and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand.
The Ancient Mariner. Part iv.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Alone, alone,—all, all alone;
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
The Ancient Mariner. Part iv.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A spring of love gush’d from my heart,
And I bless’d them unaware.
The Ancient Mariner. Part iv.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole.
The Ancient Mariner. Part v.

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.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
So lonely ’t was, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
The Ancient Mariner. Part vii.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
The Ancient Mariner. Part vii.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small.
The Ancient Mariner. Part vii.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
The Ancient Mariner. Part vii.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
Christabel. Part i.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A lady richly clad as she,
Beautiful exceedingly.
Christabel. Part i.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Carv’d with figures strange and sweet,
All made out of the carver’s brain.
Christabel. Part i.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
Christabel. Part i.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A sight to dream of, not to tell!
Christabel. Part i.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
That saints will aid if men will call;
For the blue sky bends over all!
Christabel. Conclusion to part i.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Each matin bell, the Baron saith,
Knells us back to a world of death.
Christabel. Part ii.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Her face, oh call it fair, not pale!
Christabel. Part ii.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
Kubla Khan.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Kubla Khan.

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.

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.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
  Is pride that apes humility.
The Devil’s Thoughts.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be!
Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
In his steep course?
Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.
Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.
Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Earth with her thousand voices praises God.
Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Tranquillity! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame.
Ode to Tranquillity.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.
Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 1.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A mother is a mother still,
  The holiest thing alive.
The Three Graves.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.
The Visit of the Gods.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Joy rises in me, like a summer’s morn.
A Christmas Carol. viii.

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.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
My eyes make pictures when they are shut.
A Day-Dream.

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.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nought cared this body for wind or weather
When youth and I lived in ’t together.
Youth and Age.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I counted two-and-seventy stenches,
All well defined, and several stinks.
Cologne.

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.

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.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I stood in unimaginable trance
And agony that cannot be remembered.
Remorse. Act iv. Sc. 3.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I ’ve lived and loved.
Wallenstein. Part i. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Clothing the palpable and familiar
With golden exhalations of the dawn.
The Death of Wallenstein. Act i. Sc. 1.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Biog. Lit. Chap. xv.

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.

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.

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.

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Schiller has the material sublime.
Table Talk.

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.

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.

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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