Hartley Coleridge

Person · Open Library

Born

1796

Died

1849

Works

23

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Music · MusicBrainz

Type

Person

Gender

Male

Country

United Kingdom

Active from

1796

Active to

1849

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Listeners · Last.fm

Listeners

2

Total plays

15

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Recent publications · Crossref

5 total works indexed

1. Multiple View Geometry in Computer Vision

   · 2004 · cited 8,030x

2. Multi-messenger Observations of a Binary Neutron Star Merger^*

   · 2017 · cited 3,666x

3. The complete sequence of a human genome

   · 2022 · cited 2,939x

4. Ischaemic accumulation of succinate controls reperfusion injury through mitochondrial ROS

   · 2014 · cited 2,653x

5. The Banff 97 working classification of renal allograft pathology

   · 1999 · cited 2,591x

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Quotes

• “On this hapless earth There ’s small sincerity of mirth, And laughter oft is but an art To drown the outcry of the heart.”
• “She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me: Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light.”
• “Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.”
• “Lightly tripping o'er the land, Deftly skimming o'er the main, Scarce our fairy wings bedewing With the frothy mantling brine, Scarce our silver feet acquainting With the verdure-vested ground; Now like swallows o'er a river Gliding low with quivering pinion, Now aloft in ether sailing "Leisurely as summer cloud;" Rising now, anon descending, Swift and bright as shooting stars, Thus we travel glad and free.”
• “Sweet were change, If but a change of tortures! But to grow A motionless rock, fast as my strong prison, Age after age, till circling suns outnumber The sands upon the tide-worn beach! No hope, Or that sad mockery of hope that fools With dull despair, spanning the infinite! Torment unmeasurable!”
• “Never till this day Did life disturb the dense eternity Of joyless quiet; never skylark's song, Or storm-bird's prescient scream, or eaglet's cry, Made vital the gross fog. The very light Is but an alien that can find no welcome”

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