Quote

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Age: 61 †
Born: 1772
Born: October 21
Died: 1834
Died: July 25
Critic
Literary Critic
Philosopher
Poet
Theologian
Ottery St Mary
Devon
S. T. Coleridge
Looks
Skins
Men
Lips
Life
Gold
Leprosy
Cold
Locks
Blood
Nightmare
Free
Yellow
White
Skin
Death
Red

More quotes by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Image
How well he fell asleepl Like some proud river, widening toward the sea Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Whenever philosophy has taken into its plan religion, it has ended in skepticism and whenever religion excludes philosophy, or the spirit of free inquiry, it leads to willful blindness and superstition.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
A woman in a single state may be happy and may be miserable but most happy, most miserable, these are epithets belonging to a wife.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
We ne'er can be Made happy by compulsion.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Novels are to love as fairy tales to dreams.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Contempt is egotism in ill- humor.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Summer has set in with its usual severity.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Trochee trips from long to short From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Men, I still think, ought to be weighed not counted.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
For compassion a human heart suffices, but for full and adequate sympathy, with joy, an angel's only.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Alas! they had been friends in youth But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above And life is thorny, and youth is vain And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Men of genius are rarely much annoyed by the company of vulgar people.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Oh, the difficulty of fixing the attention of men on the world within them!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
A Falsehood is, in one sense, a dead thing but too often it moves about, galvanized by self-will, and pushes the living out of their seats.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Image
Reviewers are usually people who would have been, poets, historians, biographer, if they could. They have tried their talents at one thing or another and have failed therefore they turn critic.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge