Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

161. Fancy In Nubibus, Or The Poet In The Clouds 3/31/2010
162. Epitaph On An Infant 3/31/2010
163. Epitaph 5/14/2001
164. Elegy, Imitated From One Of Akenside's Blank-Verse Inscriptions 3/31/2010
165. Duty Surviving Self-Love 5/14/2001
166. Domestic Peace 3/31/2010
167. Despair 5/14/2001
168. Desire 5/14/2001
169. Dejection: An Ode 5/14/2001
170. Constancy To An Ideal Object 5/14/2001
171. Composed At Clevedon, Somersetshire 3/31/2010
172. Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind (Fragment) 1/1/2004
173. Cologne 5/14/2001
174. Christabel 1/13/2003
175. Brockley Coomb 1/13/2003
176. Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree, The 12/31/2002
177. As Some Vast Tropic Tree, Itself A Wood (Fragment) 1/1/2004
178. Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua 5/14/2001
179. Answer To A Child's Question 3/31/2010
180. Aeolian Harp, The 12/31/2002
181. Addressed To A Young Man Of Fortune Who Abandoned Himself To An Indolent And Causeless Melancholy 3/31/2010
182. Absence: A Farewell Ode On Quitting School For Jesus College 3/31/2010
183. About The Nightingale 5/14/2001
184. A Tombless Epitaph 5/14/2001
185. A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion 5/14/2001
186. A Mathematical Problem 3/31/2010
187. A Day Dream 3/31/2010
188. A Couplet, Written In A Volume Of Poems Presented By Mr. Coleridge To Dr. A. 3/31/2010
189. A Christmas Carol 3/31/2010
190. A Child's Evening Prayer 3/31/2010
191. A Broken Friendship 12/9/2014
192. (fragment 2) I Know 'Tis But A Dream, Yet Feel More Anguish 3/31/2010
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

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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