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Coleridge's Aids to reflection: with the author's last corrections

This volume contains the final, corrected version of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's 'Aids to Reflection,' a prose work that explores the principles of Christian faith and moral philosophy. Drawing on German idealism and Anglican theology, Coleridge argues for the importance of reflective thought in understanding religious truths and cultivating spiritual life. The text is structured as a series of aphorisms and commentaries, intended to guide readers toward deeper self-knowledge and a reasoned faith. The edition includes the author's last corrections, reflecting his refined views on conscience, reason, and the relationship between philosophy and religion. more

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge was an English poet, critic, and philosopher, renowned for his works such as 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' and 'Kubla Khan'. A leading figure in the Romantic movement, his work has had a significant impact on English literature. more

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