Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

161. Time, Real And Imaginary 5/14/2001
162. To A Friend Who Had Declared His Intention Of Writing No More Poetry 3/31/2010
163. To A Friend, In Answer To A Melancholy Letter 3/31/2010
164. To A Friend, With An Unfinished Poem 3/31/2010
165. To A Lady, Offended By A Sportive Observation That Women Have No Souls 3/31/2010
166. To A Lady, With Falconer's 'shipwreck' 3/31/2010
167. To A Primrose 12/31/2002
168. To A Young Ass, Its Mother Being Tethered Near It 3/31/2010
169. To A Young Lady, With A Poem On The French Revolution 3/31/2010
170. To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever 3/31/2010
171. To An Infant 3/31/2010
172. To An Unfortunate Woman At The Theatre 3/31/2010
173. To An Unfortunate Woman, Whom The Author Had Known In The Days Of Her Innocence 3/31/2010
174. To Asra 12/31/2002
175. To C. Lloyd, On His Proposing To Domesticate With The Author 3/31/2010
176. To Nature 1/13/2003
177. To Sara 3/31/2010
178. To The Nightingale 12/31/2002
179. To The Rev. George Coleridge 1/13/2003
180. To The Reverend George Coleridge, Of Ottery St. Mary, Devon 3/31/2010
181. To The River Otter 1/13/2003
182. To William Wordsworth 5/14/2001
183. Water Ballad 3/31/2010
184. What If You Slept ... 3/31/2010
185. What Is An Epigram? 1/29/2015
186. What Is Life? 5/14/2001
187. When Hope But Made Tranquillity Be Felt (Fragment) 1/1/2004
188. Whom Should I Choose For My Judge? (Fragment) 1/1/2004
189. Work Without Hope 5/14/2001
190. Written In Early Youth. The Time,--An Autumnal Evening 3/31/2010
191. Youth And Age 5/14/2001
192. Zapolya 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

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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