Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

1. What Is An Epigram? 1/29/2015
2. Sonnet Xiv. Composed While Climbing The Left Ascent Of Brockley Coomb, In The County Of Somerset 3/31/2010
3. Ode To Sara, In Answer To A Letter From Bristol 3/31/2010
4. A Broken Friendship 12/9/2014
5. Lines To W. L. While He Sang A Song To Purcell's Music 3/31/2010
6. On A Connubial Rupture In High Life 3/31/2010
7. Tell's Birth-Place. Imitated From Stolberg 3/31/2010
8. Sonnet Xi. To Sheridan 3/31/2010
9. The Alienated Mistress; A Madrigal. (From An Unfinished Melodrama) 3/31/2010
10. Sonnet Xxi. 3/31/2010
11. Sonnet Xiii. To La Fayette 3/31/2010
12. Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794 3/31/2010
13. To A Lady, Offended By A Sportive Observation That Women Have No Souls 3/31/2010
14. Sonnet Xxii. To Simplicity 3/31/2010
15. Sonnet Iii. 3/31/2010
16. To An Unfortunate Woman, Whom The Author Had Known In The Days Of Her Innocence 3/31/2010
17. Sea-Ward, White Gleaming Thro' The Busy Scud (Fragment) 1/1/2004
18. Sonnet Xvi. To Earl Stanhope 3/31/2010
19. To A Lady, With Falconer's 'shipwreck' 3/31/2010
20. Ode To Georgiana, Duchess Of Devonshire, On The Twenty-Fourth Stanza In Her 'Passage Over Mount Gothard.' 3/31/2010
21. Sonnet Xii. To Mrs. Siddons 3/31/2010
22. In The Manner Of Spenser 3/31/2010
23. Sonnet Vi. 3/31/2010
24. The Blossoming Of The Solitary Date-Tree. A Lament 3/31/2010
25. The Two Founts. Stanzas Addressed To A Lady On Her Recovery, With Unblemished Looks, From A Severe Attack Of Pain 3/31/2010
26. To The Reverend George Coleridge, Of Ottery St. Mary, Devon 3/31/2010
27. To A Young Ass, Its Mother Being Tethered Near It 3/31/2010
28. Monody On The Death Of Chatterton 3/31/2010
29. Lines Written At The King's-Arms, Ross, Formerly The House Of The 'Man Of Ross' 3/31/2010
30. Sonnet Ix. To Priestley 3/31/2010
31. Written In Early Youth. The Time,--An Autumnal Evening 3/31/2010
32. The Visit Of The Gods. Imitated From Schiller 3/31/2010
33. On The Christening Of A Friend's Child 3/31/2010
34. The Virgin's Cradle-Hymn. Copied From A Print Of The Virgin, In A Roman Catholic Village In Germany 3/31/2010
35. Imitated From The Welsh 3/31/2010
36. Lines Composed In A Concert-Room 3/31/2010
37. Lines On A Friend, Who Died Of A Frenzy Fever, Induced By Calumnious Reports 3/31/2010
38. Sonnet Xix. To A Friend, Who Asked How I Felt When The Nurse First Presented My Infant To Me 3/31/2010
39. Sonnet Viii. To Mercy 3/31/2010
40. Hymn Before Sun-Rise, In The Vale Of Chamouni 1/1/2004

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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 ...

Read the full of Kubla Khan

Love

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay,
Beside the ruined tower.

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