Hartley Coleridge Quotes

#1. 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?

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#2. Thou breeze, That mak'st an organ of the mighty sea, Obedient to thy wilful phantasies, Provoke him not to scorn; but soft and low, As pious maid awakes her aged sire, On tiptoe stealing, whisper in his ear The tidings of the young god's victory.

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#3. 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.

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#4. 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.

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

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#6. 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.

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#7. Is love a fancy, or a feeling?

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

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#9. 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.

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

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

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#12. Now shall I become a common tale, A ruin'd fragment of a worn-out world; Unchanging record of unceasing change. Eternal landmark to the tide of time. Swift generations, that forget each other, Shall still keep up the memory of my shame Till I am grown an unbelieved fable.

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#13. Never till this day Did life disturb the dense eternity Of joyless quiet; never skylark's song, Or storm-bird's prescient scream, or eaglet's cry, Made vital the gross fog. The very light Is but an alien that can find no welcome

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#14. Where'er ye sojourn, and whatever names Ye are or shall be called; fairies, or sylphs, Nymphs of the wood or mountain, flood or field: Live ye in peace, and long may ye be free To follow your good minds.

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#15. Man is more than half of nature's treasure.

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#16. Valor and power may gain a lasting memory, but where are they when the brave and mighty are departed? Their effects may remain, but they live not in them any more than the fire in the work of the potter.

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

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#18. The merry year is born Like the bright berry from the naked thorn.

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#19. She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me.
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.

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

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

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