Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Heart Poems

  • 1.
    When my love did what I would not, what I would not,
    I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,
    Crying, "e;Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not.
    Love is blind!"
    ...
  • 2.
    GOOD FRIDAY in my heart! Fear and affright!
    My thoughts are the Disciples when they fled,
    My words the words that priest and soldier said,
    My deed the spear to desecrate the dead.
    ...
  • 3.
    On alien ground, breathing an alien air,
    A Roman stood, far from his ancient home,
    And gazing, murmured,
    'Ah, the hills are fair,
But not the hills of Rome!'
    ...
  • 4.
    MOTHER of God! no lady thou:
    Common woman of common earth
    Our Lady ladies call thee now,
    But Christ was never of gentle birth;
    ...
  • 5.
    The earth that made the rose,
    She also is thy mother, and not I.
    The flame wherewith thy maiden spirit glows
    Was lighted at no hearth that I sit by.
    ...
  • 6.
    Grant me but a day, love,
    But a day,
    Ere I give my heart,
    My heart away,
    ...
  • 7.
    Strange Power, I know not what thou art,
    Murderer or mistress of my heart.
    I know I'd rather meet the blow
    Of my most unrelenting foe
    ...
  • 8.
    I HAVE walked a great while over the snow,
    And I am not tall nor strong.
    My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set,
    And the way was hard and long.
    ...
Total 8 Heart Poems by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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