192 ordspråk av Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole
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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.
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Oh worse than everything, is kindness counterfeiting absent love.
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One thought includes all thought, in the sense that a grain of sand includes the universe
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Only the wise possess ideas; the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.
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Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
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Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.
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Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick
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People of humor are always in some degree people of genius.
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Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe
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Plagiarists are always suspicious of being stolen from.
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Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me
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Poetry is certainly something more than good sense, but it must be good sense, just as a palace is more than a house, but it must be a house
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Poetry is not the proper antithesis to prose, but to science. Poetry is opposed to science, and prose to metre.
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Poetry: the best words in the best order
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