Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes - Page 2

In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Poetry: the best words in the best order.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Water, water, everywhere,And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, everywhere,Nor any drop to drink.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in you hand Ah, what then?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The many men, so beautiful!And they all dead did lie:And a thousand thousand slimy thingsLived on; and so did I.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
But I do not doubt that it is beneficial sometimes to contemplate in the mind, as in a picture, the image of a grander and better world; for if the mind grows used to the trivia of daily life, it may dwindle too much and decline altogether into worthless thoughts.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us. But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives us is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Silence does not always mark wisdom.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
No man was ever yet a great poet, without at the same time being a profound philosopher.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge