Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes

“Fragment 6”

The Moon, how definite its orb!
Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze—
'Tis there indeed,—but where is it not?—
It is suffused o'er all the sapphire Heaven,
Trees, herbage, snake-like stream, unwrinkled Lake,
Whose very murmur does of it partake
And low and close the broad smooth mountain
Is more a thing of Heaven than when
Distinct by one dim shade and yet undivided from the universal cloud
In which it towers, finite in height.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“EPITAPH ON AN INFANT Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade,   Death came with friendly care: The opening Bud to Heaven convey’d,   And bade it blossom there.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Delphi Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“Toleration is a herb of spontaneous growth in the Soil of Indifference; but the weed has none of the virtues of the medicinal plant, reared by Humility in the Garden of Zeal.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Delphi Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge