|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Samuel Taylor Coleridge. (17721834) (continued)|
| The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.|
| Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 1.|
| Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud.|
We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.
| Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 5.|
| A mother is a mother still,|
The holiest thing alive.
| The Three Graves.|
| Never, believe me,|
Appear the Immortals,
| The Visit of the Gods. (Imitated from Schiller.)|
| Joy rises in me, like a summers morn.|
| A Christmas Carol. viii.|
| The knights bones are dust,|
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I trust.
| The Knights Tomb.|
| It sounds like stories from the laud of spirits|
If any man obtains that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.
. . . . . . . . .
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? Three treasures,love and light,
And calm thoughts, regular as infants breath;
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
| Complaint. Ed. 1852. The Good Great Man. Ed. 1893.|
| My eyes make pictures when they are shut.|
| A Day-Dream.|
| To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part,|
Makes up lifes tale to many a feeling heart!
| On taking Leave of , 1817.|
| In many ways doth the full heart reveal|
The presence of the love it would conceal.
| Motto to Poems written in Later Life.|