Poems by Hartley Coleridge
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"Full Well I Know . . . "
... Should throb with less of pain, and heave more free ...
Christmas Day
... Full many a floweret, good, and sweet, and fair, ...
"How Long I Sailed . . ."
... With rare and precious fancies, jewels brought ...
November
... Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed, ...
The Flight Of Youth
... Which, though with thee they came, and passed with thee, ...
Friendship
... And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, ...
Address To Certain Golfishes
... Your wheelings, dartings, divings, rambles, ...
Sonnet
... Where, in all worlds, that round the sun revolve ...
Written On The Anniversary Of Our Father's Death
... STILL for the world he lives, and lives in bliss, ...
To Wordsworth
... The life of souls, the truths for whose sweet sake ...
She Is Not Fair To Outward View
... But now her looks are coy and cold ...
No Life Vain
... For which the violet cared not while it stayed, ...
"Long Time A Child . . . "
... But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, ...
Song
... But sweeter to hark, in the twinkling dark, ...
Early Death
... Tho' Love was kind, why should we fear ...
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