Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

161. Time, Real And Imaginary 5/14/2001
162. To A Friend Who Had Declared His Intention Of Writing No More Poetry 3/31/2010
163. To A Friend, In Answer To A Melancholy Letter 3/31/2010
164. To A Friend, With An Unfinished Poem 3/31/2010
165. To A Lady, Offended By A Sportive Observation That Women Have No Souls 3/31/2010
166. To A Lady, With Falconer's 'shipwreck' 3/31/2010
167. To A Primrose 12/31/2002
168. To A Young Ass, Its Mother Being Tethered Near It 3/31/2010
169. To A Young Lady, With A Poem On The French Revolution 3/31/2010
170. To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever 3/31/2010
171. To An Infant 3/31/2010
172. To An Unfortunate Woman At The Theatre 3/31/2010
173. To An Unfortunate Woman, Whom The Author Had Known In The Days Of Her Innocence 3/31/2010
174. To Asra 12/31/2002
175. To C. Lloyd, On His Proposing To Domesticate With The Author 3/31/2010
176. To Nature 1/13/2003
177. To Sara 3/31/2010
178. To The Nightingale 12/31/2002
179. To The Rev. George Coleridge 1/13/2003
180. To The Reverend George Coleridge, Of Ottery St. Mary, Devon 3/31/2010
181. To The River Otter 1/13/2003
182. To William Wordsworth 5/14/2001
183. Water Ballad 3/31/2010
184. What If You Slept ... 3/31/2010
185. What Is An Epigram? 1/29/2015
186. What Is Life? 5/14/2001
187. When Hope But Made Tranquillity Be Felt (Fragment) 1/1/2004
188. Whom Should I Choose For My Judge? (Fragment) 1/1/2004
189. Work Without Hope 5/14/2001
190. Written In Early Youth. The Time,--An Autumnal Evening 3/31/2010
191. Youth And Age 5/14/2001
192. Zapolya 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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... Finally, what is Reason ? You have often asked me ; and this is my
answer :--

Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee,
[Sublimates] to a pure transparency,
That intercepts no light and adds no stain--
There Reason is, and then begins her reign !

But alas !

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