Coleridge's Literary Remains, Volume 4. by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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merely 'hic distinctive', but 'divisive'; yea, a product divisible from
the producent as a snake from its skin, a precipitate and death of living power; and in this sense the body is proper to mortality, and to be denied of spirits made perfect as well as of the spirits that never fell from perfection, and perhaps of those who fell below mortality, namely, the devils. But I am inclined to hold that the Devil has no one body, nay, no body of his own; but ceaselessly usurps or counterfeits bodies; for he is an everlasting liar, yea, the lie which is the colored shadow of the substance that intercepts the truth. Ib. p. 370. The devils are in woods, in waters, in wildernesses, and in dark pooly places, ready to hurt and prejudice people, &c. "The angel's like a flea, The devil is a bore;--" No matter for that! quoth S.T.C. I love him the better therefore. Yes! heroic Swan, I love thee even when thou gabbiest like a goose; for thy geese helped to save the Capitol. Ib. p. 371. I do verily believe (said Luther) that the day of judgment draweth |
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