Samuel Taylor Coleridge ( 10 of 102 )
A man of maxims only, is like a cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.
A man of maxims only, is like a cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.
God's child in Christ adopted -- Christ my all -- What that earth boasts were not lost cheaply, rather Than read more
God's child in Christ adopted -- Christ my all -- What that earth boasts were not lost cheaply, rather Than forfeit that blest name, by which I call The Holy One, the Almighty God, my Father? -- Father! in Christ we live, and Christ in Thee -- Eternal Thou and everlasting we. The heir of heaven, henceforth I fear not death: In Christ I live! in Christ I draw the breath Of the true life! -- let then earth, sea, and sky Make war against me! On my front I show Their mighty Master's seal. In vain they try To end my life, that can but end its woe. Is that a death-bed where a Christian lies? Yes, but not his -- 'tis Death itself there dies.
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise read more
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
That slid into my soul.
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid read more
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid I woo
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.
Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.
I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the read more
I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged
Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
