Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Friend of the Wise
and Teacher of the Good
Into my heart have I received that
More than historic, that prophetic

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 he...

Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath,
Love is a sword that cuts its sheath,
And thro' the clefts, itself has made,
We spy the flashes of the Blade

If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we
As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom, Whose sound and motion not alone declare,
But are their whole of being
If the breath Be Life itself, and no...

Like a lone Arab, old and blind, Some caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell; And now he hangs his ag{'e}d head aslant, And listens for a human sound—in vain
And now the aid, which Heave...

Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon,
With the old Moon in her arms ;
And I fear,
I fear,

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy
______________________ You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro' ...

The sole true Something--This
In Limbo
It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men--For skimming in the wake it mock'd the
Of the old Boat-God for his Farthing Fare;

Since all, that beat about in Nature's range,
Or veer or vanish; why should'st thou
The only constant in a world of change,
O yearning

Come, come thou bleak December wind,    And blow the dry leaves from the tree
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me,
Death    And take a Life that wearies me
Form:

Scene -- A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining
Katharine
What are the words
Eliza

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,    And feed his sacred flame
Oft in my waking dreams do