Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

161. Suicide's Argument, The 12/31/2002
162. France: An Ode 5/14/2001
163. Life 12/31/2002
164. Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind (Fragment) 1/1/2004
165. Answer To A Child's Question 3/31/2010
166. A Mathematical Problem 3/31/2010
167. What Is Life? 5/14/2001
168. Cologne 5/14/2001
169. The Faded Flower 12/31/2002
170. A Child's Evening Prayer 3/31/2010
171. The Eolian Harp 1/13/2003
172. A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion 5/14/2001
173. Limbo 5/14/2001
174. Love 5/14/2001
175. Work Without Hope 5/14/2001
176. Despair 5/14/2001
177. Fragment 5/14/2001
178. Human Life 5/14/2001
179. A Tombless Epitaph 5/14/2001
180. Aeolian Harp, The 12/31/2002
181. Dejection: An Ode 5/14/2001
182. A Day Dream 3/31/2010
183. Desire 5/14/2001
184. About The Nightingale 5/14/2001
185. Christabel 1/13/2003
186. Frost At Midnight 5/14/2001
187. The Good, Great Man 12/31/2002
188. Rime Of The Ancient Mariner 12/31/2002
189. Fears In Solitude 5/14/2001
190. The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner 5/14/2001
191. The Suicide's Argument 5/14/2001
192. Kubla Khan 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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