What did Samuel Taylor Coleridge mean by: My eyes make pictures when they are shut. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England Copy
+ All nature seems at work. Feraz Zeid, September 18, 2023December 26, 2023, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Garden, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ No voice; but oh – the silence sank Like music on my heart. Feraz Zeid, November 6, 2023January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Heart, Silence, Voice, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ People of humor are always in some degree people of genius. Feraz Zeid, September 1, 2023December 24, 2023, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Degrees, Genius, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ If people could learn history, what lessons it might teach us! Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, History, Lessons, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ Pedantry consists in the use of words unsuitable to the time, place, and company. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Company, Language, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, he is mad. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Madness, Mistake, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ How inimitably graceful children are in general-before they learn to dance. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Children, Dance, Dancing, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Agony, Heart, Return, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
Every time an artist dies, part of the vision of mankind passes with him. - Franklin D. Roosevelt 32nd U.S. President · USA
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
All poetry like every work of art proceeds from a swift vision of things. - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
