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Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834)

• And the spring comes slowly up this way.
  • Christabel, part i.

• A lady richly clad as she,
  Beautiful exceedingly.
  • Christabel, part i.

• Carv'd with figures strange and sweet,
  All made out of the carver's brain.
  • Christabel, part i.

• Each matin bell, the Baron saith,
  Knells us back to a world of death.
  • Christabel, part ii.

• Her face, oh call it fair, not pale!
  • Christabel, part ii.

• They stood aloof, the scars remaining,—
  Like cliffs which had been rent asunder:
  A dreary sea now flows between.
  • Christabel, part ii.

• Perhaps 't is pretty to force together
  Thoughts so all unlike each other;
  To mutter and mock a broken charm,
  To dally with wrong that does no harm.
  • Christabel. Conclusion to Part ii.

• Ancestral voices prophesying war.
  • Kubla Khan.

• A damsel with a dulcimer
  In a vision once I saw:
  It was an Abyssinian maid,
  And on her dulcimer she played,
  Singing of Mount Abora.
  • Kubla Khan.

• For he on honey-dew hath fed,
  And drunk the milk of Paradise.
  • Kubla Khan.

• Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,

 Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
 And bade it blossom there.

• • Epitaph on an Infant.

• Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
  And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
  Possessing all things with intensest love,
  O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.
  • France. An Ode. v.

• Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place

(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, Drops his blue-fring'd lids, and holds them close,
And hooting at the glorious sun in heaven
Cries out, "Where is it?"

• • Fears in Solitude.

• And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin

 Is pride that apes humility.

• • The Devil's Thoughts.

• All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
  Whatever stirs this mortal frame,

 All are but ministers of Love,
   And feed his sacred flame.

• • Love.

• Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be!
  • Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement.

• A charm
  For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
  No sound is dissonant which tells of life.
  • This Lime-tree Bower my Prison.

• Tranquillity! thou better name
  Than all the family of Fame.
  • Ode to Tranquillity.

• A mother is a mother still,

 The holiest thing alive.

• • The Three Graves.

• Never, believe me,
  Appear the Immortals,
  Never alone.
  • The Visit of the Gods. (Imitated from Schiller.)

   Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn.

• • A Christmas Carol. viii.

• The knight's bones are dust,
  And his good sword rust;
  His soul is with the saints, I trust.
  • The Knight's Tomb.

• It sounds like stories from the laud of spirits
  If any man obtains that which he merits,
  Or any merit that which he obtains.

  .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .
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.

• • Complaint. Ed. 1852. The Good Great Man. Ed. 1893.

• My eyes make pictures when they are shut.
  • A Day-Dream.

• To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part,
  Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!
  • On taking Leave of ————, 1817.

• In many ways doth the full heart reveal
  The presence of the love it would conceal.
  • Motto to Poems written in Later Life.

• Nought cared this body for wind or weather
  When youth and I lived in 't together.
  • Youth and Age.

• Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like;
  Friendship is a sheltering tree;
  Oh the joys that came down shower-like,
  Of friendship, love, and liberty,
  Ere I was old!
  • Youth and Age.

• 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.

• • To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation.

• What outward form and feature are

 He guesseth but in part;
But what within is good and fair
 He seeth with the heart.

• • To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation.

• Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand,
  By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
  Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey
  Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
  • Fancy in Nubibus.

• I counted two-and-seventy stenches,
  All well defined, and several stinks.
  • Cologne.

• The river Rhine, it is well known,

Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?

• • Cologne.

• Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows;
  Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.
  • The Homeric Hexameter. (Translated from Schiller.)

   In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column,
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

• • The Ovidian Elegiac Metre. (From Schiller.)

   I stood in unimaginable trance
And agony that cannot be remembered.

• • Remorse. Act iv, scene 3.

• The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
  The fair humanities of old religion,
  The power, the beauty, and the majesty
  That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain,
  Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,
  Or chasms and watery depths,—all these have vanished;
  They live no longer in the faith of reason.
  • Wallenstein, part i. Act ii, scene 4. (Translated from Schiller.)

   I 've lived and loved.

• • Wallenstein, part i. Act ii, scene 6.

• Clothing the palpable and familiar
  With golden exhalations of the dawn.
  • The Death of Wallenstein. Act i, scene 1.

• Often do the spirits
  Of great events stride on before the events,
  And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
  • The Death of Wallenstein. Act v, scene 1.

• Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
  • Biog. Lit. Chap. xv. "A phrase," says Coleridge, "which I have borrowed from a Greek monk, who applies it to a patriarch of Constantinople".

• A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's shoulder to mount on.
  • The Friend. Sec. i. Essay 8.

• An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries, with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and star.
  • The Friend. No. 14.

• Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, if they could; they have tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed; therefore they turn critics.
  • Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton, p. 36. Delivered 1811–1812.

• Schiller has the material sublime.
  • Table Talk.

• I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,—words in their best order; poetry,—the best words in their best order.
  • Table Talk.

• 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.
  • Table Talk.

• Iago's soliloquy, the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity—how awful it is!
  • Notes on some other Plays of Shakespeare.

Sydney Smith. (1771–1845)

• In the midst of this sublime and terrible storm [at Sidmouth], Dame Partington, who lived upon the beach, was seen at the door of her house with mop and pattens, trundling her mop, squeezing out the sea-water, and vigorously pushing away the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic was roused; Mrs. Partington's spirit was up. But I need not tell you that the contest was unequal; the Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington.
  • Speech at Taunton, 1813.

• Men who prefer any load of infamy, however great, to any pressure of taxation, however light.
  • On American Debts.

Lady Holland's Memoir

• No one minds what Jeffrey says:… it is not more than a week ago that I heard him speak disrespectfully of the equator.
  • Volume i, page 17.

• We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal.
  • Volume i, page 23.

• Truth is its [justice's] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its train; it is the brightest emanation from the Gospel; it is the attribute of God.
  • Volume i, page 29.

• It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him.
  • Volume i, page 53.

• Let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest employment of which his nature is capable, and die with the consciousness that he has done his best.
  • Volume i, page 130.

• Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark.
  • Volume i, page 157.

• The Smiths never had any arms, and have invariably sealed their letters with their thumbs.
  • Volume i, page 244.

• You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.
  • Volume i, page 261.

• To take Macaulay out of literature and society and put him in the House of Commons, is like taking the chief physician out of London during a pestilence.
  • Volume i, page 265.

• "Heat, ma'am!" I said; "it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones."
  • Volume i, page 267.

Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay. (1800–1859)

• That is the best government which desires to make the people happy, and knows how to make them happy.
  • On Mitford's History of Greece. 1824.

• Free trade, one of the greatest blessings which a government can confer on a people, is in almost every country unpopular.
  • On Mitford's History of Greece. 1824.

• Wherever literature consoles sorrow or assuages pain; wherever it brings gladness to eyes which fail with wakefulness and tears, and ache for the dark house and the long sleep,—there is exhibited in its noblest form the immortal influence of Athens.
  • On Mitford's History of Greece. 1824.

• We hold that the most wonderful and splendid proof of genius is a great poem produced in a civilized age.
  • On Milton. 1825.

• Nobles by the right of an earlier creation, and priests by the imposition of a mightier hand.
  • On Milton. 1825.

• Our academical Pharisees.
  • On Milton. 1825.

• The dust and silence of the upper shelf.
  • On Milton. 1825.

• Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.
  • On Milton. 1825.

• Out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a knave, and out of his Christian name a synonym for the Devil. 1
  • On Niccolo dei Machiavelli. 1825.

• Nothing is so useless as a general maxim.
  • On Niccolo dei Machiavelli. 1825.

• The English Bible,—a book which if everything else in our language should perish, would alone suffice to show the whole extent of its beauty and power.
  • On John Dryden. 1828.

• His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
  • On John Dryden. 1828.

• A man possessed of splendid talents, which he often abused, and of a sound judgment, the admonitions of which he often neglected; a man who succeeded only in an inferior department of his art, but who in that department succeeded pre-eminently.
  • On John Dryden. 1828.

• He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked.
  • On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.

• We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodical fits of morality.
  • On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.

• From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness,—a system in which the two great commandments were to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.
  • On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.

• That wonderful book, while it obtains admiration from the most fastidious critics, is loved by those who are too simple to admire it.
  • On Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress. 1831.

• The conformation of his mind was such that whatever was little seemed to him great, and whatever was great seemed to him little.
  • On Horace Walpole. 1833.

• What a singular destiny has been that of this remarkable man!—To be regarded in his own age as a classic, and in ours as a companion! To receive from his contemporaries that full homage which men of genius have in general received only from posterity; to be more intimately known to posterity than other men are known to their contemporaries!
  • On Boswell's Life of Johnson (Croker's ed.). 1831.

• Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world. 2
  • On Sir William Temple. 1838.

• He was a rake among scholars and a scholar among rakes.
  • Review of Aiken's Life of Addison.

• She [the Roman Catholic Church] may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
  • On Ranke's History of the Popes. 1840.

• The chief-justice was rich, quiet, and infamous.
  • On Warren Hastings. 1841.

• In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall.
  • On Warren Hastings. 1841.

• In order that he might rob a neighbour whom he had promised to defend, black men fought on the coast of Coromandel and red men scalped each other by the great lakes of North America.
  • On Frederic the Great. 1842.

• We hardly know an instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.
  • On Frederic the Great. 1842.

• Men are never so likely to settle a question rightly as when they discuss it freely.
  • Southey's Colloquies.

• Nothing is so galling to a people, not broken in from the birth, as a paternal or, in other words, a meddling government, a government which tells them what to read and say and eat and drink and wear.
  • Southey's Colloquies.

• The gallery in which the reporters sit has become a fourth estate of the realm.
  • On Hallam's Constitutional History.

• Intoxicated with animosity.
  • On Hallam's Constitutional History.

• Those who compare the age in which their lot has fallen with a golden age which exists only in imagination, may talk of degeneracy and decay; but no man who is correctly informed as to the past, will be disposed to take a morose or desponding view of the present.
  • History of England, volume i. Chap. i.

• I shall cheerfully bear the reproach of having descended below the dignity of history. 4
  • History of England, volume i. Chap. i.

• There were gentlemen and there were seamen in the navy of Charles II. But the seamen were not gentlemen, and the gentlemen were not seamen.
  • History of England, volume i. Chap. ii.

• The Puritan hated bear-baiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators. 5
  • History of England, volume i. Chap. iii.

• An acre in Middlesex is better than a principality in Utopia. 6
  • On Lord Bacon.

• I have not the Chancellor's encyclopedic mind. He is indeed a kind of semi-Solomon. He half knows everything, from the cedar to the hyssop. 7
  • Letter to Macvey Napier, Dec. 17, 1830.

• These be the great Twin Brethren

 To whom the Dorians pray.

• • The Battle of Lake Regillus.

• To every man upon this earth

 Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
 Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
 And the temples of his gods?

• • Lays of ancient Rome. Horatius, xxvii.

• The Romans were like brothers
  In the brave days of old.
  • Lays of ancient Rome. Horatius, xxxii.

• How well Horatius kept the bridge.
  • Lays of ancient Rome. Horatius, lxx.

• The sweeter sound of woman's praise.
  • Lines written in August, 1847.

• Oh! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the north,

 With your hands and your feet and your raiment all red?
And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?
 And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread?

• • The Battle of Naseby.

• Ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons. 8
  • Political Georgics.

Thomas Campbell. (1777–1844)

• The hunter and the deer a shade.
  • O'Connor's Child. Stanza 5.

• Another's sword has laid him low,

 Another's and another's;
And every hand that dealt the blow—
 Ah me! it was a brother's!

• • O'Connor's Child. Stanza 10.

• 'T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
  And coming events cast their shadows before.
  • Lochiel's Warning.

• Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
  With his back to the field and his feet to the foe,
  And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
  Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
  • Lochiel's Warning.

• And rustic life and poverty
  Grow beautiful beneath his touch.
  • Ode to the Memory of Burns.

• Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,
  Whose truths electrify the sage.
  • Ode to the Memory of Burns.

• When the stormy winds do blow;
  When the battle rages loud and long,
  And the stormy winds do blow.
  • Ye Mariners of England.

• There was silence deep as death,
  And the boldest held his breath
  For a time.
  • Battle of the Baltic.

• The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
  Who rush to glory or the grave!
  Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,
  And charge with all thy chivalry!
  • Hohenlinden.

• Few, few shall part where many meet!
  The snow shall be their winding-sheet,
  And every turf beneath their feet
  Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
  • Hohenlinden.

• There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,

 The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing
 To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.

• • The Exile of Erin.

• To bear is to conquer our fate.
  • On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire.

• The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
  • The Soldier's Dream.

• In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
  • The Soldier's Dream.

• But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
  And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
  • The Soldier's Dream.

• Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky

 When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
 To teach me what thou art.

• • To the Rainbow.

• Again to the battle, Achaians!
  Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
  Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree,
  It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.
  • Song of the Greeks.

• Drink ye to her that each loves best!

 And if you nurse a flame
That 's told but to her mutual breast,
 We will not ask her name.

• • Drink ye to Her.

• To live in hearts we leave behind
  Is not to die.
  • Hallowed Ground.

• Oh leave this barren spot to me!
  Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
  • The Beech-Tree's Petition.