Samuel Taylor Coleridge citáty
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Datum narození: 21. říjen 1772
Datum úmrtí: 25. červenec 1834
Samuel Taylor Coleridge byl anglický romantický básník, kritik a filosof. Spolu se svým přítelem Williamem Wordsworthem je považován za zakladatele anglického romantismu.Tito básníci, jež se usadili v anglické oblasti Lake District, spolu vydali Lyrické Balady.
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„Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.“
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
„Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.“
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Literary Remains, Vol. 1
„Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course?“
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Context: Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course? So long he seems to pause
On thy bald awful head, О sovran Blanc!
St. 1.
„And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.“
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Context: p>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.</p
"[http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Presence_Love.html The Presence of Love]" (1807), lines 1-4.
„From my early reading of Faery Tales, & Genii &c &c — my mind had been habituated to the Vast — & I never regarded my senses in any way as the criteria of my belief.“
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Context: From my early reading of Faery Tales, & Genii &c &c — my mind had been habituated to the Vast — & I never regarded my senses in any way as the criteria of my belief. I regulated all my creeds by my conceptions not by my sight — even at that age. Should children be permitted to read Romances, & Relations of Giants & Magicians, & Genii? — I know all that has been said against it; but I have formed my faith in the affirmative. — I know no other way of giving the mind a love of "the Great," & "the Whole." — Those who have been led by the same truths step by step thro' the constant testimony of their senses, seem to me to want a sense which I possess — They contemplate nothing but parts — and are parts are necessarily little — and the Universe to them is but a mass of little things. It is true, the mind may become credulous and prone to superstition by the former method; — but are not the experimentalists credulous even to madness in believing any absurdity, rather than believe the grandest truths, if they have not the testimony of their own senses in their favor? I have known some who have been rationally educated, as it is styled. They were marked by a microscopic acuteness; but when they looked at great things, all became a blank, and they saw nothing, and denied that any thing could be seen, and uniformly put the negative of a power for the possession of a power, and called the want of imagination judgment, and the never being moved to rapture philosophy.
Letter to Thomas Poole (16 October 1797).
„The poet, described in ideal perfection, brings the whole soul of man into activity, with the subordination of its faculties to each other according to their relative worth and dignity.“
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Context: The poet, described in ideal perfection, brings the whole soul of man into activity, with the subordination of its faculties to each other according to their relative worth and dignity. He diffuses a tone and spirit of unity, that blends, and (as it were) fuses, each into each, by that synthetic and magical power, to which I would exclusively appropriate the name of Imagination.
Ch. XIV.
