Date: 1796, 1817

"Full many a thought uncall'd and undetain'd, / And many idle flitting phantasies, / Traverse my indolent and passive brain, / As wild and various as the random gales / That swell and flutter on this subject Lute!"

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: 1796, 1817

"And what if all of animated nature / Be but organic Harps diversely fram'd, / That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps / Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, / At once the Soul of each, and God of all?"

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: 1798

"Methinks, its [a fluttering "film"] motion in this hush of nature / Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, / Making it a companionable form, / Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit / By its own moods interprets, every where / Echo or mirror seeking of itself, / And makes a toy of Thou...

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: February, 1798

"And what (I said) tho' blasphemy's loud scream / With that sweet music of deliv'rance strove; / Tho' all the fierce and drunken passions wove / A dance more wild than ever maniac's dream; / Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled, / The sun was rising, tho' ye hid his light!"

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: October 4, 1802

"I may not hope from outward forms to win / The passion and the life, whose fountains are within."

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: October 4, 1802

"Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth / A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud / Enveloping the Earth--"

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: October 4, 1802

"O pure of heart! thou need'st not ask of me / What this strong music in the soul may be!"

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: October 4, 1802

"Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, / Reality's dark dream! / I turn from you, and listen to the wind, / Which long has raved unnoticed."

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: 1830

"'A lovely form there sate beside my bed [...]Twas my own spirit newly come from heaven, / Wooing its gentle way into my soul!"

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)