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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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(1772-1834)
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A Mathematical Problem
On a given finite Line
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A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!
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A Tombless Epitaph
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane !
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About The Nightingale
In stale blank verse a subject stale
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Aeolian Harp, The
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined
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Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua
The poet in his lone yet genial hour
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Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree, The
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of
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Christabel
'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,
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Cologne
In Köhln, a town of monks and bones,
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Constancy To An Ideal Object
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range,
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Dejection: An Ode
Well ! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
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Desire
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
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Despair
I have experienc'd
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Dungeon, The
And this place our forefathers made for man !
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Duty Surviving Self-Love
Unchanged within, to see all changed without,
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Epitaph
Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God,
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Exchange, The
We pledged our hearts, my love and I,
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Faded Flower, The
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk,
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Fears In Solitude
A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
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Forbearance
Gently I took that which ungently came,
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Fragment
The body,
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France: An Ode
O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour
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Frost At Midnight
The Frost performs its secret ministry,
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Garden Of Boccaccio, The
Of late, in one of those most weary hours,
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Glycine's Song
A sunny shaft did I behold,
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Good, Great Man, The
"How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits
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Hexameters
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea !
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Human Life
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom
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Improvisatore, The
Katharine. What are the words ?
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Inscription For A Fountain On A Heath
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,--
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Knight's Tomb, The
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
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Kubla Khan
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
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Life
As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain
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Limbo
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den
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Lines
With many a pause and oft reverted eye
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Love
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
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Metrical Feet
Trochee trips from long to short;
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On A Ruined house In A Romantic Country
And this reft house is that the which he built,
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On Donne's Poetry
"With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
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Pains Of Sleep, The
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
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Phantom
All look and likeness caught from earth
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Presence Of Love, The
And in Life's noisiest hour,
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Psyche
The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
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Reason
... Finally, what is Reason ? You have often asked me ; and this is my
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Recollections Of Love
How warm this woodland wild Recess !
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Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose
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Rime Of The Ancient Mariner, The
It is an ancient Mariner,
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Something Childish, But Very Natural
If I had but two little wings
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Song
Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath,
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Sonnet: To The River Otter
Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West!
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Suicide's Argument, The
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
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This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
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Time, Real And Imaginary
On the wide level of a mountain's head,
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To A Primrose
Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower,
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To A Young Ass
Poor little Foal of an oppressèd race!
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To Asra
Are there two things, of all which men possess,
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To Nature
It may indeed be phantasy, when I
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To the Nightingale
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel!
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To William Wordsworth
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good !
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What Is Life?
Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
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Work Without Hope
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
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Youth And Age
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
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Zapolya
A sunny shaft did I behold,
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