Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

81. On The Christening Of A Friend's Child 3/31/2010
82. Pains Of Sleep, The 12/31/2002
83. Phantom 5/14/2001
84. Phantom Or Fact? A Dialogue In Verse 3/31/2010
85. Presence Of Love, The 12/31/2002
86. Psyche 5/14/2001
87. Reason 5/14/2001
88. Recollections Of Love 5/14/2001
89. Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement 5/14/2001
90. Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794 3/31/2010
91. Rime Of The Ancient Mariner 12/31/2002
92. Sea-Ward, White Gleaming Thro' The Busy Scud (Fragment) 1/1/2004
93. Something Childish, But Very Natural 12/31/2002
94. Song 5/14/2001
95. Songs Of The Pixies 3/31/2010
96. Sonnet 1/3/2003
97. Sonnet Ii. On A Discovery Made Too Late 3/31/2010
98. Sonnet Iii. 3/31/2010
99. Sonnet Ix. To Priestley 3/31/2010
100. Sonnet V. 3/31/2010
101. Sonnet Vi. 3/31/2010
102. Sonnet Vii. To Burke 3/31/2010
103. Sonnet Viii. To Mercy 3/31/2010
104. Sonnet X. To Erskine 3/31/2010
105. Sonnet Xi. To Sheridan 3/31/2010
106. Sonnet Xii. To Mrs. Siddons 3/31/2010
107. Sonnet Xiii. To La Fayette 3/31/2010
108. Sonnet Xiv. Composed While Climbing The Left Ascent Of Brockley Coomb, In The County Of Somerset 3/31/2010
109. Sonnet Xix. To A Friend, Who Asked How I Felt When The Nurse First Presented My Infant To Me 3/31/2010
110. Sonnet Xv. To Schiller 3/31/2010
111. Sonnet Xvi. To Earl Stanhope 3/31/2010
112. Sonnet Xvii. Composed On A Journey Homeward; The Author Having Received Intelligence Of The Birth Of A Son 3/31/2010
113. Sonnet Xviii. To The Autumnal Moon 3/31/2010
114. Sonnet Xx. 3/31/2010
115. Sonnet Xxi. 3/31/2010
116. Sonnet Xxii. To Simplicity 3/31/2010
117. Sonnet: To The River Otter 12/31/2002
118. Suicide's Argument, The 12/31/2002
119. Tell's Birth-Place. Imitated From Stolberg 3/31/2010
120. The Aeolian Harp 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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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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