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 Buddhist 2/14/2016
22. The Deserted House 4/1/2010
23. The Other Side Of A Mirror 1/1/2004
24. The Train 4/1/2010
25. The Twins 8/3/2016
26. The Witch 1/1/2004
27. To Memory 12/31/2002
28. Unwelcome 1/1/2004
29. Vale` - Egypt's Might Is Tumbled Down 4/1/2010
30. We Never Said Farewell 1/1/2004
31. When My Love Did What I Would Not, What I Would Not 12/31/2002
32. 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


O LET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and o’er precise,
That I may charm my charmàd dear
As tho’ I felt a secret fear
To lose what never can be lost,—
Her faith who still delights me most!
So shall I be more than true,
Ever in my ageing new.
So dull habit shall not be
Wrongly call’d Fidelity.

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