192 ordspråk av Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Life went a-maying / With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, / When I was young!
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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
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Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree
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Love is the admiration and cherishing of the amiable qualities of the beloved person, upon the condition of yourself being the object of their action
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My case is a species of madness, only that it is a derangement of the Volition, and not of the intellectual faculties.
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My mind is in a state of philosophical doubt.
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No man does anything from a single motive
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No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.
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No mind is thoroughly well organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.
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No voice; but oh! the silence sank / Like music on my heart.
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Not one man in a thousand has the strength of mind or the goodness of heart to be an atheist
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Nothing can permanently please, which does not contain in itself the reason why it is so, and not otherwise.
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Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm.
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O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live
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O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been / Alone on a wide wide sea; / So lonely 'twas that God himself / Scarce seemèd there to be.
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