Samuel Taylor Coleridge Short Quotes

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Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Footnote: Ανηρ μυριονους [Anir myrionous], a phrase which I have borrowed from a Greek monk, who applies it to a Patriarch of Constantinople.

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As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

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A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.

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A lady richly clad as she,
Beautiful exceedingly.

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The man hath penance done,
And penance more will do.

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Humour is consistent with pathos, whilst wit is not.

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A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.

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In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.

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The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she.

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This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month.

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Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.

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No voice; but oh! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.

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I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And cried, A sail! a sail!

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The most general definition of beauty … Multeity in Unity.

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And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.

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The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
He cannot choose but hear.

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Milton had a highly imaginative, Cowley a very fanciful mind.

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This world has angels all too few, and heaven is overflowing.

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Tranquillity! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame.

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The horned Moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.

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Sir Leoline, the Baron rich,
Hath a toothless mastiff bitch.

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To be beloved is all I need,
And whom I love, I love indeed.

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Is this the hill? is this the kirk?
Is this mine own countree?

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The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.

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Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist.

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About, about, in reel and rout The death fires danced at night.

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A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud
Enveloping the earth.

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Iago's soliloquy— the motive-hunting of motiveless malignity.

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A people are free in proportion as they form their own opinions.

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The guests are met, the feast is set:
May'st hear the merry din.

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