Samuel Taylor Coleridge

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food read more

And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!
"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends that plague thus thee!--
Why look'st thou so?"--"With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross."

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the read more

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a read more

He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, read more

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heart-felt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling