Now, we are agreed, I and my destinies. The total world, Above, below, whate'er is seen or known, And all that men, and all that gods enact, Hopes, fears, imaginations, purposes; With joy, and pain, and every pulse that beats In the great body of the universe, I give to the eternal sisterhood, To make my peace withal! And cast this husk, This hated, mangled, and dishonour'd carcase Into the balance; so have I redeem'd My proper birthright, even the changeless mind, The imperishable essence uncontroll'd.
Go your way. Forget Prometheus, And all the woe that he is doom'd to bear; By his own choice this vile estate preferring To ignorant bliss and unfelt… - Hartley Coleridge
Go your way. Forget Prometheus, And all the woe that he is doom'd to bear; By his own choice this vile estate preferring To ignorant bliss and unfelt…
- Hartley Coleridge
If we take care of the inches, we will not have to worry about the miles. - Hartley Coleridge
If we take care of the inches, we will not have to worry about the miles.
The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed center. - Hartley Coleridge
The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed center.
Is love a fancy, or a feeling? - Hartley Coleridge
Is love a fancy, or a feeling?
Commemoration of Brooke Foss Westcott, Bishop of Durham, Teacher, 1901 Be not afraid to pray... to pray is right. Pray if thou canst with hope; but e… - Hartley Coleridge
Commemoration of Brooke Foss Westcott, Bishop of Durham, Teacher, 1901 Be not afraid to pray... to pray is right. Pray if thou canst with hope; but e…
The merry year is born Like the bright berry from the naked thorn. - Hartley Coleridge
The merry year is born Like the bright berry from the naked thorn.
Man is more than half of nature's treasure. - Hartley Coleridge
Man is more than half of nature's treasure.
On this hapless earth There 's small sincerity of mirth, And laughter oft is but an art To drown the outcry of the heart. - Hartley Coleridge
On this hapless earth There 's small sincerity of mirth, And laughter oft is but an art To drown the outcry of the heart.
But what is Freedom? Rightly understood, A universal licence to be good. - Hartley Coleridge
But what is Freedom? Rightly understood, A universal licence to be good.
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