99 Top Quotes From Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Founder Of The Romantic Movement
Ottery St Mary, Devon, Great Britain, United Kingdom
Founder / Co Founder:
Romantic Movement in England
Samuel Taylor Coleridge was a distinguished English philosopher, literary critic and a poet known for his
Lyrical Ballads. The pioneer of modern ‘Romantic’ literature, he’s known for his innovative verses and influential thinking. Actively preaching during the French Revolution, this recalcitrant pamphleteer reawakened progressive ideas of middle class men and inspired a new generation of writers like Emerson to develop outstanding meditative, speculative and oracular pieces. He was a constant companion of William Wordsworth, a founder of Romanticism and a well-known member of ‘Lake Poets’. His exemplary works include 8 poems like Kubla Khan, The Rime of Ancient Mariner, critical analysis of Shakespeare’s work and Biographia Literaria, the renowned prose. Coleridge, who coined a series of terminology like the ‘ suspension of disbelief’ was the mastermind behind amalgamating English oration with German idealist philosophy. He inspired American transcendentalism during his younger years. Adulthood was harsh to Samuel, who lost his creative mind to bipolar disorder, depression and anxiety, ultimately developing rheumatic fever. It finally got him addicted to opium and he died at 61. His long poems and editorials are compiled under a collective series ‘The Collected Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge’ available in 16 volumes. He inspired many by his thoughts and beliefs. We have excerpted his quotes from some of his writings, lectures and life. Here is a collection of some profound quotes by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom. Silence does not always mark wisdom. Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink. Poetry: the best words in the best order. Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean. 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. Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind. Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, forms our true honor. Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold. He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all. He who is best prepared can best serve his moment of inspiration. Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns. The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea. A great mind must be androgynous. Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread. Nothing is as contagious as enthusiasm. It is the real allegory of the myth of Orpheus; it moves stones, and charms brutes. It is the genius of sincerity, and truth accomplishes no victories without it. Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests. No man was ever yet a great poet, without at the same time being a profound philosopher. A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,
A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,
Which finds no natural outlet or relief,
In word, or sigh, or tear. Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony. No mind is thoroughly well-organized that is deficient in a sense of humor. I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance. Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain. Deep thinking is attainable only by a man of deep feeling, and all truth is a species of revelation The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I. What comes from the heart goes to the heart The fair breeze blew,
The white foam flew,
And the forrow followed free.
We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea. Prose: words in their best order; poetry: the best words in the best order. Good and bad men are each less so than they seem. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sailed softly too:
Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze -
On me alone it blew. He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn. Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing
Should certain persons die before they sing. A man’s desire is for the woman, but the woman’s desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man. If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke - Aye! and what then? Alas; they had been friends in youth
but whispering tongues can poison truth Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole. To see him act is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning. An orphans curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! How more horrible that that
Is the curse in a dead man’s eye! In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly Everyone should have two or three hives of bees. Bees are easier to keep than a dog or a cat. They are more interesting than gerbils. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung. If you would stand well with a great mind, leave him with a favorable impression of yourself; if with a little mind, leave him with a favorable impression of himself. And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain. He prayeth best who loveth best, all things both great and small. Willing Suspension of Disbelief I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust. Until you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding. They stood aloof the scars remaining. Like cliffs which had been rent asunder. In nature there is nothing melancholy Nature has her proper interest; and he will know what it is, who believes and feels, that every thing has a life of its own, and that we are all one life. To be loved is all I need,
And whom I love, I love indeed. Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white moonshine.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean. What is an Epigram? A dwarfish whole,
Its body brevity, and wit its soul. An orphan's curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die. A sight to dream of, not to tell! And life is thorny; and youth is vain The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. Then all the charm
Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair
Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread,
And each mis-shape the other. What is there in thee, Man, that can be known?
Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought,
A phantom dim of past and future wrought,
Vain sister of the worm ... Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul. Not one man in a thousand has the strength of mind or the goodness of heart to be an atheist. Experience informs us that the first defense of weak minds is to recriminate. A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover! The one red leaf, the last of its clan,
That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drank the milk of Paradise. The selfmoment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea. Men, I still think, ought to be weighed, not counted. Their worth ought to be the final estimate of their value. He who begins by loving Christianity more than Truth, will proceed by loving his sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all. Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess, that itself will need reforming. About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue, and white Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea. As a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of a man, so forethought without reflection is but a metaphorical phrase for the instinct of a beast.
- (1772-1834) And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow! And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart. It is a dull and obtuse mind, that must divide in order to distinguish; but it is a still worse that distinguishes in order to divide. Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been. For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise. On Pilgrim's Progress: “I could not have believed beforehand that Calvinism could be painted in such exquisitely delightful colors. Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea. Party men always hate a slightly differing friend more than a downright enemy. The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea. O lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live. Until my ghastly tale is told, this heart within me burns. The mariners all ‘gan work the ropes,
where they were wont to do:
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools -
We were a ghastly crew. Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind. Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. Why look'st thou so?'— With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. Friends should be weighed, not told; who boasts to have won a multitude of friends has never had one.
When a man is unhappy he writes damned bad poetry, I find.
Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.
People of humor are always in some degree people of genius.
Plagiarists are always suspicious of being stolen from
And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic harps diversely framed,
That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of All?
By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.