40 Quotes by Samuel Coleridge

It was a miracle of rare device, a sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

The Knight's bones are dust, / And his good sword rust; - / His soul is with the saints, I trust.

The Language of the Dream/Night is contrary to that of Waking/Day. It is a language of Images and Sensations, the various dialects of which are far less different from each other, than the various Day-Languages of Nations.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, / The furrow followed free; / We were the first that ever burst / Into that silent sea.

I pass, like night, from land to land; / I have strange power of speech.

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; / In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance

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

I fear thee, ancient Mariner! / I fear thy skinny hand!