Quote#Solitude
Awake, my soul! not only passive praise
Quote bySamuel Taylor Coleridge · 1772–1834
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Hymn before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni (1802), St. 3.
English (original)
Awake, my soul! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy. Awake, Voice of sweet song! awake, my heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn.
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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