Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

161. Aeolian Harp, The 12/31/2002
162. Youth And Age 5/14/2001
163. A Tombless Epitaph 5/14/2001
164. Epitaph 5/14/2001
165. A Mathematical Problem 3/31/2010
166. Life 12/31/2002
167. To William Wordsworth 5/14/2001
168. A Broken Friendship 12/9/2014
169. To Nature 1/13/2003
170. Answer To A Child's Question 3/31/2010
171. Cologne 5/14/2001
172. What If You Slept ... 3/31/2010
173. What Is Life? 5/14/2001
174. A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion 5/14/2001
175. Dejection: An Ode 5/14/2001
176. About The Nightingale 5/14/2001
177. To A Friend, With An Unfinished Poem 3/31/2010
178. Christabel 1/13/2003
179. A Child's Evening Prayer 3/31/2010
180. Limbo 5/14/2001
181. Rime Of The Ancient Mariner 12/31/2002
182. Work Without Hope 5/14/2001
183. A Day Dream 3/31/2010
184. Despair 5/14/2001
185. Love 5/14/2001
186. Desire 5/14/2001
187. The Good, Great Man 12/31/2002
188. Frost At Midnight 5/14/2001
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

Comments about Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  • Stephanie carlson (2/27/2018 12:42:00 PM)

    His life sounded miserable, sad, and very difficult

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    his life was miserable

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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Brockley Coomb

Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795

With many a pause and oft reverted eye
I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near
Warble in shade their wild-wood melody:
Far off the unvarying Cuckoo soothes my ear.
Up scour the startling stragglers of the flock
That on green plots o'er precipices browse:
From the deep fissures of the naked rock

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