Fragment, (The body)

The body,
Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul,
The Soul's self-symbol, its image of itself.
Its own yet not itself

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge was an English poet, literary critic, philosopher, and theologian. He is a founder of the Romantic Movement in England and best known for his poems 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' and 'Kubla Khan'. Coleridge was a close friend of poet William Wordsworth, with whom he collaborated on 'Lyrical Ballads' which marks the beginning of the English Romantic movement.

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Fragment - October 22, 1838.

Neglected record of a mind neglected,
Unto what "lets and stops" art thou subjected!
The day with all its toils and occupations,
The night with its reflections and sensations,
The future, and the present, and the past,--
All I remember, feel, and hope at last,
All shapes of joy and sorrow, as they pass,--
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