Sara Coleridge Poems
- The Months January brings the snow, makes our feet and ...
- The Child See yon blithe child that dances in our sight! Can...
- O Sleep, My Babe O sleep, my babe, hear not the rippling ...
- From “phantasmion” - One Face ... ONE face alone, one face ...
- From “phantasmion” - He Came U...
- The Nightingale In April comes the Nightingale, That sings ...
Sara was the fourth child and only daughter of the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. She grew up in the Lake district with an extended family that included her uncle, Robert Southey, and her aunt Lovell, widow of the poet Robert Lovell. The Wordsworths were her neighbors.
She was educated at home by various relatives, especially Southey. Her first published work was a translation she did ... more »
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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot july brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.