Hartley Coleridge

On this hapless earth To drown the outcry of the heart.

— Hartley Coleridge

She is not fair to outward view A well of love, a spring of light.

— Hartley Coleridge

Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.

— Hartley Coleridge

Sweet were change, Torment unmeasurable!

— Hartley Coleridge

Never till this day Is but an alien that can find no welcome

— Hartley Coleridge

The mighty Jove did love us. Did? He does. Because it is not fear'd.

— Hartley Coleridge

We have winning wiles and witcheries, Like a forgotten thing.

— Hartley Coleridge

True, thy fault is great, To watch the flowers, that else would die unseen.

— Hartley Coleridge

Where'er ye sojourn, and whatever names To follow your good minds.

— Hartley Coleridge

Are we not bold to bid a god repent; Each story with Prometheus?

— Hartley Coleridge

Gentle powers, forbear! Where neither god nor man might pity me.

— Hartley Coleridge

Now shall I become a common tale, Till I am grown an unbelieved fable.

— Hartley Coleridge

Go your way. Forget Prometheus, To ignorant bliss and unfelt slavery.

— Hartley Coleridge

Jove is not one half so merciless And swift as firm.

— Hartley Coleridge

What were Jove himself A hapless babe, condemn'd to die ere born?

— Hartley Coleridge

Aye, ye were blest with folly. Who may tell With plenteous madness.

— Hartley Coleridge

There is a dark foreboding in thy speech; Of lowest misery?

— Hartley Coleridge

I know it all — My voice to utter.

— Hartley Coleridge

Ye patient fields, rejoice! Upon your comfortless breasts.

— Hartley Coleridge

With all your music, loud and lustily, From old oppression.

— Hartley Coleridge

Thou breeze, The tidings of the young god's victory.

— Hartley Coleridge

Oh, where is man— Shall he be mute in Nature's jubilee?

— Hartley Coleridge

Mortal! fear no more,— Perplex the truth of love.

— Hartley Coleridge