192 ordspråk av Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.
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Humor is consistent with pathos, whilst wit is not.
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I counted two and seventy stenches, / All well defined, and several stinks!
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I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language / religion / government / blood / identity in these makes men of one country.
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I fear thee, ancient Mariner! / I fear thy skinny hand!
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I feel as if God had, by giving the Sabbath, given fifty-two springs in each year
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I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged
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I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged
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I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance
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I know the Bible is inspired because it finds me at greater depths of my being than any other book
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I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within
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I pass, like night, from land to land; / I have strange power of speech.
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I see them all so excellently fair, / I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!
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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 the best order
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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 awake - Aye, what then?
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