“In many ways doth the full heart reveal
The presence of the love it would conceal.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834) English poet, literary critic and philosopher
Poems Written in Later Life, motto (1826)
“O, to have the soul bathed all day long in this thought, " as the pebble in the willow brook " until the words come like the tears, because the heart is full, and we cannot help it; to feel, in the darkest hour, that there is an unseen Spectator whose eyes rest on us like morning on the flowers; and that in the severest sorrow, we can sink into a presence full of love and sympathy, deeper than ever breathed from earth or sky or loving hearts— a presence in which all fears and anxieties melt away as ice-crystals in the warm ocean. This is heaven.”
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 432.
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