Poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Pains of Sleep
... To natures deepliest stained with sin,— ...
Frost at Midnight
... Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, ...
Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath
... Keeps pure from falling leaves! Long may the Spring, ...
The Knight's Tomb
... — By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn, ...
Tell's Birth-Place. Imitated From Stolberg
... III. 'Vouchsafe him health, O God! and give ...
Lines Suggested By The Last Words Of Berengarius. Ob. Anno Dom. 1088
... That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice didst start, ...
Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni
... Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale! ...
Something Childish, but Very Natural
... Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids: ...
Fragment 4: As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood
... That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the flood ...
Work without Hope
... Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, ...
Fragment 10: The Three Sorts of Friends
... The friend I've mourned with, and the maid I woo! ...
Dejection: An Ode
... It tells another tale, with sounds less deep and loud! ...
This Lime-tree Bower my Prison
... [Addressed to Charles Lamb, of the India House, London] ...
Fragment 1: Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud
... Edges the stiffer Breeze, now, yielding, drifts, ...
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834)
... t How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole ...
