“Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.”
Source: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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English poet, literary critic and philosopher 1772–1834Related quotes
Never Seek to Tell
1790s, Poems from Blake's Notebook (c. 1791-1792)
“Not till the hours of light return
All we have built do we discern.”
"Morality" (1852), lines 7-12
Context: With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day and wish’t were done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built do we discern.
" The Presence of Love http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Presence_Love.html" (1807), lines 1-4.
Stanza 4
Ye Mariners of England http://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/Classic%20Poems/Campbell/ye%20mariners_of_england.htm (1800)
“Our life is our own to-day, to-morrow you will be dust, a shade, and a tale that is told. Live mindful of death; the hour flies.”
Nostrum est<br/>quod vivis, cinis et manes et fabula fies.<br/>vive memor leti, fugit hora.
Nostrum est
quod vivis, cinis et manes et fabula fies.
vive memor leti, fugit hora.
Satire V, line 151.
The Satires
(27th September 1823) Extracts from my Pocket Book. Song
The London Literary Gazette, 1823
The Nuts of Knowledge (1903)
