Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
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!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
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
Soul
Snow
Meadow
Like
Sounds
Perilous
God
Grove
Sing
Pine
Shall
Meadows
Sound
Thunder
Voice
Streams
Groves
Fall
Soft
Piles
More quotes by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Cant is the parrot talk of a profession.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Moral obligation is to me so very strong a Stimulant, that in 9 cases out of ten it acts as a Narcotic. The Blow that should rouse, stuns me.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Genius of the highest kind implies an unusual intensity of the modifying power.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What is one man's gain is another's loss.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The wise only possess ideas the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Taste is the intermediate faculty which connects the active with the passive powers of our nature, the intellect with the senses and its appointed function is to elevate the images of the latter, while it realizes the ideas of the former.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Men of genius are rarely much annoyed by the company of vulgar people.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Friends should be weighed, not told who boasts to have won a multitude of friends has never had one.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Great old books of the great old authors are not in everybody's reach and though it is better to know them thoroughly than to know them only here and there, yet it is a good work to give a little to those who have neither time nor means to get his own belief.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Is duty a mere sport, or an employ! Life an entrusted talent or a toy!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
We have to administer the law whether we like it or no.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
No voice but oh - the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Iago's soliloquy - the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity - how awful it is!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The definition of good prose is proper words in their proper places of good verse, the most proper words in their proper places.The propriety is in either case relative. The words in prose ought to express the intended meaning, and no more if they attract attention to themselves, it is, in general, a fault.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If people could learn history, what lessons it might teach us!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. For what is enthusiasm but the oblivion and swallowing-up of self in an object dearer than self?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
