Essays on his own times, forming a 2nd series of The Friend, ed. by his daughter [S. Coleridge].

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Page 104 - Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house ? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him ; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?
Page 41 - But the age of chivalry is gone! that of sophisters, economists and calculators has succeeded; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever! !Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
Page 18 - The powers of man; we feel within ourselves His energy divine; he tells the heart, He meant, he made us to behold and love What he beholds and loves, the general orb Of life and being; to be great like him, Beneficent and active.
Page 4 - And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls...
Page xxxiii - Was like a lake, or river bright and fair, A span of waters ; yet what power is there ! What mightiness for evil and for good ! Even so doth God protect us if we be Virtuous and wise. Winds blow, and waters roll, Strength to the brave, and power, and deity, Yet in themselves are nothing...
Page 175 - N'est-il donc aucun moyen de s'entendre ? Comment les deux nations les plus éclairées de l'Europe, puissantes et fortes plus que ne l'exigent leur sûreté et leur indépendance , peuvent-elles sacrifier à des idées de vaine grandeur le bien du coïnmerce , la prospérité intérieure , le bonbeur des familles ! Comment ne sentent-elles pas que la paix est le premier des besoins , comme la première des gloires...
Page 18 - Would sordid policies, the barbarous growth Of ignorance and rapine, bow her down To tame pursuits, to indolence and fear? Lo ! she appeals to Nature, to the winds And rolling waves, the sun's unwearied course, The elements and seasons...
Page 127 - I know nothing that could, in this view, be said better, than " do unto others as ye would that others should do unto you...
Page xv - Worlds of fine thinking lie buried in that vast abyss, never to be disentombed, or restored to human admiration. Like the sea, it has swallowed treasures without end, that no diving bell will bring up again. But nowhere throughout its shoreless magazines of wealth does there lie such a bed of pearls confounded with the rubbish and " purgamenta" of ages, as in the political papers of Coleridge.
Page 104 - And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you: yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.

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