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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
October 21, 1772 – July 25, 1834
Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Mathematical Problem (A humorous student-days poem on geometry) | On a given finite Line Which must no way incline; | 1791 | 83 | 935 | | 2: | A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion | Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! | 1800 | 66 | 1237 | | 3: | A Tombless Epitaph | Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane! | 1809 | 40 | 1288 | | 4: | Apologia pro Vita Sua | The poet in his lone yet genial hour | 1800 | 8 | 1329 | | 5: | Brockley Coomb | With many a pause and oft reverted eye | 1795 | 16 | 1287 | | 6: | Christabel | Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, | 1797 | 690 | 797 | | 7: | Cologne | In Köhln, a town of monks and bones, | 1828 | 10 | 1228 | | 8: | Constancy to an Ideal Object | Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, | 1826 | 32 | 1183 | | 9: | Dejection: An Ode | Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made | 1802 | 130 | 1196 | | 10: | Desire | Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; | 1830 | 4 | 1309 | | 11: | Despair | I have experienc'd The worst, the World can wreak on me, the worst | 1810 | 16 | 1234 | | 12: | Duty surviving Self-Love | Unchanged within, to see all changed without, | 1826 | 14 | 1245 | | 13: | Epitaph | Stop, Christian passer-by: Stop, child of God, | 1833 | 8 | 1239 | | 14: | Fears in Solitude | A green and silent spot, amid the hills, | 1798 | 237 | 874 | | 15: | Forbearance | Gently I took that which ungently came, | 1834 | 16 | 1101 | | 16: | Fragment, (The body) | The body, Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul, | | 4 | 1256 | | 17: | from France: An Ode: (exerpt) | O Liberty! with profitless endeavour | 1798 | 17 | 881 | | 18: | Frost at Midnight | The Frost performs its secret ministry, | 1798 | 75 | 840 | | 19: | Hexameters | William, my teacher, my friend! dear William and dear Dorothea! | 1798 | 38 | 1167 | | 20: | Human Life | If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom | 1815 | 29 | 1241 | | 21: | Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath | This Sycamore, oft musical with bees, | 1802 | 19 | 1189 | | 22: | Kubla Khan | In Xanadu did Kubla Khan | 1797 | 54 | 970 | | 23: | Limbo | The sole true Something, This! In Limbo Den | | 44 | 1223 | | 24: | Love | All thoughts, all passions, all delights, | 1799 | 96 | 1368 | | 25: | On a Ruined House in a Romantic Country | And this reft house is that the which he built, | 1797 | 14 | 965 | | 26: | On Donne's Poetry | With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, | 1818 | 4 | 1231 | | 27: | Phantom | All look and likeness caught from earth | 1805 | 8 | 1328 | | 28: | Psyche | The butterfly the ancient Grecians made | 1808 | 7 | 1306 | | 29: | Reason | Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee, | 1830 | 10 | 1224 | | 30: | Recollections of Love | How warm this woodland wild Recess! | 1807 | 30 | 1222 | | 31: | Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement | Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose | 1795 | 76 | 795 | | 32: | Song | Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, | | 8 | 1192 | | 33: | Songs from the play "Zapolya" | A sunny shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted: | 1815 | 36 | 1284 | | 34: | Sonnet: To the River Otter | Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! | | 14 | 1244 | | 35: | The Blossoming of the Solitary Date-Tree | Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, | 1805 | 35 | 1214 | | 36: | The Dungeon | And this place our forefathers made for man! | 1797 | 30 | 907 | | 37: | The Dungeon | And this place our forefathers made for man! | | 30 | 1400 | | 38: | The Garden of Boccaccio (exerpt) | Of late, in one of those most weary hours, | 1828 | 56 | 1198 | | 39: | The Improvisatore - Or, `John Anderson, My Jo, John' | Ask our friend, the Improvisatore; here he comes. | 1827 | 117 | 1261 | | 40: | The Nightingale | No cloud, no relique of the sunken day | 1798 | 112 | 1364 | | 41: | The Pains of Sleep | Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, | 1803 | 52 | 1327 | | 42: | The Presence of Love | And in Life's noisiest hour, | 1807 | 11 | 1304 | | 43: | The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (in Seven Parts) | It is an ancient Mariner, | 1797 | 636 | 983 | | 44: | The Suicide's Argument | Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no | 1811 | 12 | 1236 | | 45: | The Æolian Harp | My pensive SARA! thy soft cheek reclined | 1795 | 65 | 794 | | 46: | This Lime-Tree Bower my Prison | Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, | 1797 | 78 | 830 | | 47: | Time, Real and Imaginary | On the wide level of a mountain's head, | 1812 | 11 | 1288 | | 48: | To Nature | It may indeed be fantasy when I | 1820 | 14 | 1258 | | 49: | To the Rev. George Coleridge | A blesséd lot hath he, who having passed | | 76 | 1665 | | 50: | To William Wordsworth | Friend of the Wise! and Teacher of the Good! | 1807 | 116 | 1171 | | 51: | What Is Life? | Resembles Life what once was held of Light, | 1805 | 8 | 1355 | | 52: | Work Without Hope | All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair | 1825 | 14 | 1186 | | 53: | Youth and Age | Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, | 1832 | 49 | 1278 |
About:
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (October 21, 1772 – July 25, 1834) was an English poet, critic, and philosopher who was, along with his friend William Wordsworth, one of the founders of the Romantic Movement in England and one of the Lake Poets. He is probably best known for his poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan, as well as his major prose work Biographia Literaria.
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