Alone, Alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never saint took pity on My soul in agony
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeNo man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeFalsehood is fire in stubble; it likewise turns all the light stuff around it into its own substance for a moment, one crackling blazing moment, and then dies; and all its converts are scattered in the wind, without place or evidence of their existence, as viewless as the wind which scatters them.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge