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No voice but oh - the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Age: 61 †
Born: 1772
Born: October 21
Died: 1834
Died: July 25
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A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.
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He holds him with his glittering eye, And listens like a three years' child.
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In wonder all philosophy began, in wonder it ends, and admiration fill up the interspace but the first wonder is the offspring of ignorance, the last is the parent of adoration.
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Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
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Clergymen who publish pious frauds in the interest of the church are the orthodox liars of God.
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In Shakespeare one sentence begets the next naturally the meaning is all inwoven. He goes on kindling like a meteor through the dark atmosphere.
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And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.
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Frenchmen are like gunpowder, each by itself smutty and contemptible, but mass them together and they are terrible indeed!
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