661 Quotes by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Our own heart, and not other men's opinion forms our true honor

Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro'me, Death And take a Life that wearies me.

Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn.

Advice is like snow – the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

A little child, a limber elf, / Singing, dancing to itself, / A fairy thing with red round cheeks, / That always finds, and never seeks, / Makes such a vision to the sight / As fills a father's eyes with light.

Drest as a bridesmaid, but all pale and cold, / With roseless cheek, all pale and cold and dim, / Lie lifeless at my feet! / And then came Love, a sylph in bridal trim, / And stood beside my seat; / She bent, and kiss'd her sister's lips, / As she was wont to do;-- / Alas! 'twas but a chilling breath / Woke just enough of life in death / To make Hope die anew.

O struggling with the darkness all the night,/ And visited all night by troops of stars.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions— the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.