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Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young!
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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Until you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.
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We should manage our thoughts as shepherds do their flowers in making a garland: first, select the choicest, and then dispose them in the most proper places, that every one may reflect a part of its color and brightness on the next.
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That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.
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With no other privilege than that of sympathy and sincere good wishes, I would address an affectionate exhortation to the youthful literati, grounded on my own experience. It will be but short for the beginning, middle, and end converge to one charge: NEVER PURSUE LITERATURE AS A TRADE.
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Within today, tomorrow is already walking.
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Finally, good sense is the body of poetic genius, fancy its drapery, motion its life, and imagination the soul that is everywhere and in each and forms all into one graceful and intelligent whole.
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I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.
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I have heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold,- His eyes are in his mind.
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Never yet did there exist a full faith in the Divine Word (by whom light as well as immortality was brought into the world) which did not expand the intellect, while it purified the heart--which did not multiply the aims and objects of the understanding, while it fixed and simplified those of the desires and passions.
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That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense.
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In the deepest night of trouble and sorrow God gives us so much to be thankful for that we need never cease our singing. With all our wisdom and foresight we can take a lesson in gladness and gratitude from the happy bird that sings all night, as if the day were not long enough to tell its joy.
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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!
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Ah! well a-day! what evil looks / Had I from old and young! / Instead of the cross, the Albatross / About my neck was hung.
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Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
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