Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

(23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907)

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems

1. ‘he Came Unto His Own, And His Own Received Him Not’ 1/1/2004
2. A Huguenot 4/1/2010
3. A Moment 4/1/2010
4. Affection 12/31/2002
5. After St. Augustine 1/1/2004
6. An Insincere Wish Addressed To A Beggar 4/1/2010
7. Blue And White 1/1/2004
8. Chillingham 4/1/2010
9. Come Home! 12/31/2002
10. Death And The Lady 5/14/2001
11. Gibberish 4/1/2010
12. Good Friday In My Heart 1/1/2004
13. I Ask Of Thee, Love, Nothing But Relief 12/31/2002
14. Larghetto 12/31/2002
15. L'Oiseau Bleu 4/1/2010
16. 'My True Love Hath My Heart And I Have His' 3/12/2015
17. On Such A Day 4/1/2010
18. Our Lady 1/1/2004
19. Punctilio 1/1/2004
20. Street Lanterns 4/1/2010
21. The Deserted House 4/1/2010
22. The Other Side Of A Mirror 1/1/2004
23. The Train 4/1/2010
24. The Witch 1/1/2004
25. To Memory 12/31/2002
26. Unwelcome 1/1/2004
27. Vale` - Egypt's Might Is Tumbled Down 4/1/2010
28. We Never Said Farewell 1/1/2004
29. When My Love Did What I Would Not, What I Would Not 12/31/2002
30. Where A Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Mary Elizabeth Coleridge


The earth that made the rose,
She also is thy mother, and not I.
The flame wherewith thy maiden spirit glows
Was lighted at no hearth that I sit by.
I am as far below as heaven above thee.
Were I thine angel, more I could not love thee.

Bid me defend thee!
Thy danger over-human strength shall lend me,
A hand of iron and a heart of steel,
To strike, to wound, to slay, and not to feel.
But if you chide me,
I am a weak, defenceless child beside thee.

Read the full of Affection


WE were young, we were merry, we were very very wise,
And the door stood open at our feast,
When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes,
And a man with his back to the East.

O, still grew the hearts that were beating so fast,
The loudest voice was still.
The jest died away on our lips as thy passed,

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