Samuel Taylor Coleridge on Love
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“In many ways doth the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal.”
“To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!”
“And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.”
“He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.”
“I have heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold,— His eyes are in his mind.”
“Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.”
“I have heard of reasons manifold Why love must needs be blind, But this is the best of all I hold— His eyes are in his mind.”
“All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.”
“All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.”
“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.”
“Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; Oh the joys that came down shower-like, Of friendship, love, and liberty, Ere I was old!”
“Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.”
“I am dying, but without expectation of a speedy release. Is it not strange that very recently by-gone images, and scenes of early life, have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown from the spice-islands of Youth and Hope — those twin realities of this phantom world! I do not add Love, — for what is Love but Youth and Hope embracing, and so seen as one? I say realities; for reality is a thing of degrees, from the Iliad to a dream.”