Though friendships differ endless in degree ,
The sorts , methinks, may be reduced to three.
Ac quaintance many, and Con quaintance few;
But for In quaintance I know only two--
The friend I've mourned with, and the maid I woo!

(C) Samuel Taylor Coleridge
03/14/2017


Best Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Love
• Dejection: An Ode
• Domestic Peace
• Cologne
• Thicker Than Rain-drops On November Thorn (fragment)
• Frost At Midnight
• The Nightingale
• The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
• To The Nightingale
• Ode To Sara, In Answer To A Letter From Bristol
• Brockley Coomb
• Inscription For A Fountain On A Heath
• Desire
• Sonnet Viii. To Mercy
• Fears In Solitude
• Hunting Song
• Christabel
• To The River Otter