Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

121. From 'Religious Musings' 1/1/2004
122. As Some Vast Tropic Tree, Itself A Wood (Fragment) 1/1/2004
123. The Dungeon 5/14/2001
124. The Netherlands (Fragment) 1/1/2004
125. Addressed To A Young Man Of Fortune Who Abandoned Himself To An Indolent And Causeless Melancholy 3/31/2010
126. Reason 5/14/2001
127. The Presence Of Love 5/14/2001
128. The Lime-Tree Bower My Prison [addressed To Charles Lamb, O 1/1/2004
129. Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree, The 12/31/2002
130. On Donne's Poetry 5/14/2001
131. Brockley Coomb 1/13/2003
132. (fragment 2) I Know 'Tis But A Dream, Yet Feel More Anguish 3/31/2010
133. Sonnet Xviii. To The Autumnal Moon 3/31/2010
134. Something Childish, But Very Natural 12/31/2002
135. A Couplet, Written In A Volume Of Poems Presented By Mr. Coleridge To Dr. A. 3/31/2010
136. Time, Real And Imaginary 5/14/2001
137. Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement 5/14/2001
138. Pains Of Sleep, The 12/31/2002
139. Lines 12/31/2002
140. Psyche 5/14/2001
141. What If You Slept ... 3/31/2010
142. Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua 5/14/2001
143. Sonnet: To The River Otter 12/31/2002
144. Recollections Of Love 5/14/2001
145. The Nightingale 1/13/2003
146. A Christmas Carol 3/31/2010
147. Constancy To An Ideal Object 5/14/2001
148. To The Nightingale 12/31/2002
149. Presence Of Love, The 12/31/2002
150. Phantom 5/14/2001
151. Metrical Feet 12/31/2002
152. Duty Surviving Self-Love 5/14/2001
153. Answer To A Child's Question 3/31/2010
154. Epitaph 5/14/2001
155. The Pains Of Sleep 5/14/2001
156. A Mathematical Problem 3/31/2010
157. Youth And Age 5/14/2001
158. What Is Life? 5/14/2001
159. Life 12/31/2002
160. Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind (Fragment) 1/1/2004
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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