Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn (fragment)
Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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A Couplet, Written In A Volume Of Poems Presented By Mr. Coleridge To Dr. A.
To meet, to know, to love--and then to part,
Is the sad tale of many a human heart.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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The body,
Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul,
The Soul's self-symbol, its image of itself.
Its own yet not itself--
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1810)
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Epitaph On An Infant
Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Come, come thou bleak December wind (fragment)
Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me, Death
And take a Life that wearies me.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Desire
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish (fragment)
I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
Than if 'twere Truth. It has been often so:
Must I die under it? Is no one near?
Will no one hear these stifled groans and wake me?
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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On Donne's Poetry
``With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots ;
Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.''
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt (fragment)
When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt--
A Flight of Hopes for ever on the wing
But made Tranquillity a conscious Thing--
And wheeling round and round in sportive coil
Fann'd the calm air upon the brow of Toil--
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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On An Infant Which Died Before Baptism
'Be, rather than be call'd, a child of God,'
Death whisper'd!--with assenting nod,
Its head upon its mother's breast,
The Baby bow'd, without demur--
Of the kingdom of the Blest
Possessor, not inheritor.
April 8th, 1799.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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