Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[Samuel Coleridge] (1772-1834 / Devon / England)

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

1. Kubla Khan 5/14/2001
2. The Suicide's Argument 5/14/2001
3. The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner 5/14/2001
4. Fears In Solitude 5/14/2001
5. Rime Of The Ancient Mariner, The 12/31/2002
6. The Good, Great Man 12/31/2002
7. Frost At Midnight 5/14/2001
8. Christabel 1/13/2003
9. About The Nightingale 5/14/2001
10. Desire 5/14/2001
11. Love 5/14/2001
12. Despair 5/14/2001
13. Work Without Hope 5/14/2001
14. A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion 5/14/2001
15. Dejection: An Ode 5/14/2001
16. Cologne 5/14/2001
17. A Day Dream 3/31/2010
18. A Child's Evening Prayer 3/31/2010
19. Aeolian Harp, The 12/31/2002
20. Limbo 5/14/2001
21. A Tombless Epitaph 5/14/2001
22. Life 12/31/2002
23. What Is Life? 5/14/2001
24. The Knight's Tomb 12/31/2002
25. Youth And Age 5/14/2001
26. Phantom 5/14/2001
27. A Mathematical Problem 3/31/2010
28. The Faded Flower 12/31/2002
29. Suicide's Argument, The 12/31/2002
30. Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind (Fragment) 1/1/2004
31. A Christmas Carol 3/31/2010
32. This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison 5/14/2001
33. To William Wordsworth 5/14/2001
34. Epitaph 5/14/2001
35. The Pains Of Sleep 5/14/2001
36. Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement 5/14/2001
37. Answer To A Child's Question 3/31/2010
38. Duty Surviving Self-Love 5/14/2001
39. Presence Of Love, The 12/31/2002
40. Constancy To An Ideal Object 5/14/2001
Best Poem of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er ...

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France: An Ode

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...
O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour
Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ;
But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain, nor ever
Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power.
Alike from all, howe'er they praise thee,
(Nor prayer, nor boastful name delays thee)
[Image]Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions,

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