Samuel Coleridge
Samuel Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridgewas an English poet, literary critic and philosopher who, with his friend William Wordsworth, was a founder of the Romantic Movement in England and a member of the Lake Poets. He wrote the poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan, as well as the major prose work Biographia Literaria. His critical work, especially on Shakespeare, was highly influential, and he helped introduce German idealist philosophy to English-speaking culture. Coleridge coined many familiar words and phrases,...
falling melody rises
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; / In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
heavy wolf
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, / And the owlet whoops to the wolf below.
abstract ancestors claiming ground growth history inherent miserable nowhere occasion records rights whatever
Rights! There are no rights whatever without corresponding duties. Look at the history of the growth of our constitution, and you will see that our ancestors never upon any occasion stated, as a ground for claiming any of their privileges, an abstract right inherent in themselves; you will nowhere in our parliamentary records find the miserable sophism of the Rights of Man.
bad certain die persons sing swans
Swans sing before they die -- t'were no bad thing did certain persons die before they sing.
ancient
It is an ancient mariner, / And he stoppeth one of three.
ancient fear skinny thy
I fear thee, ancient Mariner! / I fear thy skinny hand!
cracked ice noises
The ice was here, the ice was there, / The ice was all around; / It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, / Like noises in a swound!
counted seventy several
I counted two and seventy stenches, / All well defined, and several stinks!
feed ministers mortal sacred whatever
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, whatever stirs this mortal frame, all are but ministers of love, and feed his sacred flame.
circle close drunk eyes floating hath holy milk round weave
And all should cry, Beware! Beware! / His flashing eyes, his floating hair! / Weave a circle round him thrice, / And close your eyes with holy dread, / For he on honey-dew hath fed, / And drunk the milk of Paradise.
came floating green
And ice, mast-high, came floating by, / As green as emerald.