661 Quotes by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

There is one art of which people should be masters – the art of reflection.

To know, to esteem, to love,-and then to part, Makes up life’s tale to many a feeling heart.

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.

By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?

The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant’s shoulders to mount on.

Dryden ’s genius was of that sort which catches fire by its own motion; his chariot wheels get hot by driving fast.

Conscience is the pulse of reason.

God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, you piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!

The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope’s gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.