Quote#Love
With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots
Quote bySamuel Taylor Coleridge · 1772–1834
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "On Donne's Poetry" (c. 1818).
English (original)
With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots; Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue, Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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