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Samuel Taylor Coleridge


  • A Mathematical Problem
        On a given finite Line
  • A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion
       Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!
  • A Tombless Epitaph
       'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane !
  • About The Nightingale
       In stale blank verse a subject stale
  • Aeolian Harp, The
       My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined
  • Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua
       The poet in his lone yet genial hour
  • Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree, The
       Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of
  • Christabel
       'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,
  • Cologne
       In Köhln, a town of monks and bones,
  • Constancy To An Ideal Object
       Since all, that beat about in Nature's range,
  • Dejection: An Ode
       Well ! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
  • Desire
       Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
  • Despair
        I have experienc'd
  • Dungeon, The
       And this place our forefathers made for man !
  • Duty Surviving Self-Love
       Unchanged within, to see all changed without,
  • Epitaph
       Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God,
  • Exchange, The
       We pledged our hearts, my love and I,
  • Faded Flower, The
       Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk,
  • Fears In Solitude
       A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
  • Forbearance
       Gently I took that which ungently came,
  • Fragment
       The body,
  • France: An Ode
        O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour
  • Frost At Midnight
       The Frost performs its secret ministry,
  • Garden Of Boccaccio, The
       Of late, in one of those most weary hours,
  • Glycine's Song
       A sunny shaft did I behold,
  • Good, Great Man, The
       "How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits
  • Hexameters
       William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea !
  • Human Life
       If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom
  • Improvisatore, The
       Katharine. What are the words ?
  • Inscription For A Fountain On A Heath
       This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,--
  • Knight's Tomb, The
       Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
  • Kubla Khan
       In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
  • Life
       As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain
  • Limbo
       The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den
  • Lines
       With many a pause and oft reverted eye
  • Love
       All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
  • Metrical Feet
       Trochee trips from long to short;
  • On A Ruined house In A Romantic Country
       And this reft house is that the which he built,
  • On Donne's Poetry
       "With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
  • Pains Of Sleep, The
       Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
  • Phantom
       All look and likeness caught from earth
  • Presence Of Love, The
        And in Life's noisiest hour,
  • Psyche
       The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
  • Reason
       ... Finally, what is Reason ? You have often asked me ; and this is my
  • Recollections Of Love
       How warm this woodland wild Recess !
  • Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement
       Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose
  • Rime Of The Ancient Mariner, The
       It is an ancient Mariner,
  • Something Childish, But Very Natural
       If I had but two little wings
  • Song
       Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath,
  • Sonnet: To The River Otter
       Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West!
  • Suicide's Argument, The
       Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
  • This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison
       Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
  • Time, Real And Imaginary
       On the wide level of a mountain's head,
  • To A Primrose
       Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower,
  • To A Young Ass
       Poor little Foal of an oppressèd race!
  • To Asra
       Are there two things, of all which men possess,
  • To Nature
       It may indeed be phantasy, when I
  • To the Nightingale
       Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel!
  • To William Wordsworth
       Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good !
  • What Is Life?
        Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
  • Work Without Hope
       All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
  • Youth And Age
       Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
  • Zapolya
       A sunny shaft did I behold,