Hymn Before Sun-rise, In The Vale Of Chamouni By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Hymn Before Sun-rise, In The Vale Of Chamouni By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC, The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth […]

The Suicide’s Argument By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Suicide’s Argument By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me–it could not be so ! If the life was the question, a thing sent to try And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die. NATURE’S ANSWER […]

The Happy Husband By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Happy Husband By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Oft, oft, methinks, the while with thee I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear And dedicated bame, I hear A promise and a mystery, A pledge of more than passing life, Yea, in that very name of wife! A pulse of love that ne’er can sleep! A […]

Ode To Mt. Blanc By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ode To Mt. Blanc By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald, awful head, O sovran Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form, Risest from forth thy silent sea […]

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Despair By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Despair By Samuel Taylor Coleridge I have experienc’d The worst, the World can wreak on me–the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With whisper’d Discontents the dying prayer– I have beheld the whole of all, wherein My Heart had any interest in this Life, To be disrent and torn from off my Hopes […]

Fragment 3: Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Fragment 3: Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro’ me, Death And take a Life that wearies me. Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on whatsapp Share on telegram Share on email […]

Youth And Age By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Youth And Age By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! When I was young?—Ah, woful When! Ah! for the change ‘twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with […]

This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison By Samuel Taylor Coleridge [Addressed to Charles Lamb, of the India House, London] Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, such as would have been Most sweet to my remembrance even when age Had dimm’d mine eyes […]

The Knight’s Tomb By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Knight’s Tomb By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O’Kellyn?Where may the grave of that good man be?—By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn,Under the twigs of a young birch tree!The oak that in summer was sweet to hear,And rustled its leaves in the fall of […]

The Pains Of Sleep By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Pains Of Sleep By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eye-lids close, With reverential resignation No wish conceived, no thought […]