Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Improvisatore
“ Well, Sir ; you have said quite enough to make me despair of finding a `John Anderson, my Jo, John', with whom to totter down the hill of life. Friend: Not so ! Good men are not, I trust, so much scarcer than good women, but that what another would find in you, you may hope to find in another. But well, however, may that boon be rare, the possession of which would be more than an adequate reward for the rarest virtue. ”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Improvisatore
“ One joy shall make us smile, and one grief mourn ; One age go with us, and one hour of death Shall close our eyes, and one grave make us happy. Katharine: A precious boon, that would go far to reconcile one to old age--this love--if true ! But is there any such true love ? ”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Improvisatore
“ But above all, it supposes a soul which, even in the pride and summer-tide of life--even in the lustihood of health and strength, had felt oftenest and prized highest that which age cannot take away and which, in all our lovings, is the Love ;---- Eliza: There is something here (pointing to her heart) that seems to understand you, but wants the word that would make it understand itself. ”
