Poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Limbo
... Fettered from flight, with night-mair sense of fleeing, ...
Composed At Clevedon, Somersetshire
... With white-flowered jasmine and the broad-leaved myrtle ...
To An Unfortunate Woman At The Theatre
... While she moults the firstling plumes, ...
To the Nightingale
... (Those hoarse unfeather'd Nightingales of Time!), ...
In The Manner Of Spenser
... That sleep enamoured grew, nor moved from his sweet trance! ...
To A Friend, In Answer To A Melancholy Letter
... The swain, who lulled by Seine's wild murmurs, led ...
The Virgin's Cradle-Hymn. Copied From A Print Of The Virgin, In A Roman Catholic Village In Germany
... ENGLISH. Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling: ...
Songs of the Pixies
... we view The sombre hours, that round thee stand ...
About The Nightingale
... You'll tell me what you think, my Bird's worth ...
Domestic Peace
... And conscious of the past employ, ...
To An Infant
... Yet snatch what coals of fire on pleasure's altar glow! ...
Sonnet XVI. To Earl Stanhope
... And thou from forth its clouds shall hear the voice, ...
Lines On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February, 1796
... This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month ...
To A Primrose
... [xv.203]. Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower, ...
Sonnet XXII. To Simplicity
... Goes to my heart, and soothes each small distress-- ...
