A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThe most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThat agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeI do not wish you to act from these truths; no, still and always act from your feelings; only meditate often on these truths that sometime or other they may become your feelings.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge