Hartley Coleridge Quotes

Twere better far That gods should quaff their nectar merrily, And men sing out the day like grasshoppers, So may they haply lull the watchful thunder.

Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.

Oh, where is man That mortal god, that hath no mortal kin Or like on earth? Shall Nature's orator The interpreter of all her mystic strains Shall he be mute in Nature's jubilee?

With all your music, loud and lustily, With every dainty joy of sight and smell, Prepare a banquet meet to entertain The Lord of Thunder, that hath set you free From old oppression.

If we take care of the inches, we will not have to worry about the miles.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.

Go your way. Forget Prometheus, And all the woe that he is doom'd to bear; By his own choice this vile estate preferring To ignorant bliss and unfelt slavery.

Pray to be perfect, though material leaven Forbid the spirit so on earth to be; But if for any wish thou darest not pray, Then pray to God to cast that wish away.

The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed center.

The beauty of the picture is an abiding concrete of the painter's vision.

Be not afraid to pray--to pray is right. Pray, if thou canst, with hope; but ever pray, Though hope be weak or sick with long delay; Pray in the darkness, if there be no light.

Man is more than half of nature's treasure.

But what is Freedom? Rightly understood, A universal licence to be good.

A bard whom there were none to praise, And very few to read.

Is love a fancy, or a feeling?

On this hapless earth There 's small sincerity of mirth, And laughter oft is but an art To drown the outcry of the heart.

All thoughts all passions all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed his sacred flame.

If we take care of the inches we will not have to worry about the miles.

Alone alone all all alone Alone on a wide wide sea.

No man was ever yet a great poet without at the same time being a profound philosopher.

A mother is a mother still The holiest thing alive.