Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(1772-1834)

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