Who is Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907) was a British novelist and poet who also wrote essays and reviews. She taught at the London Working Women's College for twelve years from 1895 to 1907. She wrote poetry under the pseudonym Anodos, taken from George MacDonald; other influences on her were Richard Watson Dixon and Christina Rossetti. Robert Bridges, the Poet Laureate, described her poems as 'wo...
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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems

  • Chillingham
    Through the sunny garden
    The humming bees are still;
    The fir climbs the heather, ...
  • The Deserted House
    There's no smoke in the chimney,
    And the rain beats on the floor;
    There's no glass in the window,
    There's no wood in the door; ...
  • The Train
    A green eye-and a red-in the dark.
    Thunder-smoke-and a spark.

    It is there-it is here-flashed by. ...
  • Unwelcome
    |WE were young, we were merry, we were very very wise,
    And the door stood open at our feast,
    When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes,
    And a man with his back to the East. ...
  • Vale` - Egypt's Might Is Tumbled Down
    Egypt's might is tumbled down
    Down a-down the deeps of though;
    Greece is fallen and Troy town,
    Glorious Rome hath lost her crown, ...
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Never 10 Heart 8 Love 8 I Love You 8 Earth 7 Long 6 White 5 Away 5 True 5 World 4

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Upon The Sun's Reflection Upon The Clouds In A Fair Morning
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Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eyes do see
Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be;
They look as if they saw that golden face
That makes black clouds most beautiful with grace.
Unto the saints' sweet incense, or their prayer,
These smoky curdled clouds I do compare.
For as these clouds seem edged, or laced with gold,
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