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Finally, what is Reason?
You have often asked me; and this is myanswer:-- Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee, [Sublimates] to a pure transparency, That intercepts no light and adds no stain-- There Reason is, and then begins her reign! But alas! -----------'tu stesso, ti fai grosso Col falso immaginar, sì che non vedi Ciò che vedresti, se l'avessi scosso.' (Dante,
Paradiso,
Canto 1, lines 88-90)
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (21 October 1772 – 25 July 1834) was an English poet, literary critic, philosopher and theologian who, with his friend W
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