Poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Desire
... Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame ...
Genevieve
... And therefore love I you, sweet Genevieve! ...
On Donne's Poetry
... Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw ...
Come, come thou bleak December wind (fragment)
... Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me, Death ...
Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua
... Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole, ...
The Complaint Of Ninathoma
... Thro' the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma ...
Despair
... That Hostage, which the world had in it's keeping ...
The Visit Of The Gods. Imitated From Schiller
... Me rather, bright guests! with your wings of upbuoyance ...
Sonnet VIII. To Mercy
... Not always heaven-breathed tones of suppliance meek ...
The Foster Mother's Tale. A Dramatic Fragment
... Which brought this judgement: so the youth was seized ...
To the Reverend George Coleridge, of Ottery St. Mary, Devon
... nor unhearing Of that divine and nightly-whispering voice, ...
To Nature
... And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields ...
Lines On A Friend, Who Died Of A Frenzy Fever, Induced By Calumnious Reports
... Drop friendship's precious pearls, like hour-glass sand ...
The Raven. Christmas Tale, Told By A School-Boy To His Little Brothers And Sisters
... Round and round flew the Raven, and cawed to the blast ...
Sonnet I.
... My heart has thanked thee, Bowles! for those soft strains ...
